(x = space)
x
x
Small, Insistent Formulae
x
Sigh
Let’s love
Love
And make it practical
I’ll carry this for you
You could make something
For me
x
Keep it civil
Better courteous
Keep respect
For remembrance
In our heads
Our chests
Wherever better spirits
Dwell
x
And sing for love
Upon our stages
Certainly
Inside our homes
And in any congress
We might have
Outside
x
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Photo by Larm Rmah on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
On the Ecumenism of Species
x
Dogs and cats should share
Often, they do
They share heat when it’s cold
They can share toys
They can treat each other
As toys
Food is another matter
Their systems are different
So unless it’s An Incredible Journey
Situation,
They should eat apart
And eat apart
Be who each other is
They can rest together
Often, they do
And enjoy God’s-creature status
Both, together
All, together
Now
x
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Photo by Madalyn Cox on Unsplash
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walkabout
bildungsroman
coming of age
if this happen later,
we call it a midlife crisis
three score and ten
we want more time for
the journey
we’ve been on, anyway
but differently—
might we walk this together?
we are barriered by language
and the need for utterance
but on the inside, there is distance, too
what is willed
what’s autonomic
the bits of meaning that become
our thoughts
we are alone and alone
parts everywhere
like a hardware store
(no, won’t say a junkyard
though I like the yard’s aesthetic)
I could say garden
or department store:
the idea is that everything’s in pieces
and there are connectors
bolts
screws
boxes in rows
fertilizer
(mulch)
ligaments
and neurons
so everything is disparate
and it’s not
if you take my hand when I pray,
the praying’s shared
we can share over distances as well
and when we say we die alone
I wonder
you may wonder, too
everything might go together
so much more than we know
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Alto del Perdón (or Sierra del Perdón) on Saint James way
Loutre1980 – Own Work
Hot Spots
It’s close enough to be war
Venezuela, Colombia
The Philippines, Myanmar
Eastern Ukraine
Syria, Yemen, the Sudans,
And Nigeria (thanks to Boko Haram)
These are near enough to war
And there are other places
Do we name Chicago?
Are wildfires war? Then we must
Add California
And the violence of our spirits?
Where does that extend the boundary?
Is it a cosmos that wars as well?
In terms of matter, we might claim entropy
Or the mustard gas of stars’ annihilation
But where is will?
I think we need to know
This becomes our place in the universe as well
Does matter tilt toward intention
Or simple cessation?
Whose woods these are I think I know.
Does it participate,
The maker and the builder—
Does it build?
Do we matter,
Does matter matter?
Does a notion of a providence bamboozle?
Okay, I don’t think so, the Calvinist
In me will out
We need to talk about this
Let’s think first,
Maybe set something down
Like homework
Then come together, class,
To learn
We learn from each other
Dialogic, the style of Socrates
Synthesis, Hegelian
On the other side, what then?
We live more fully,
Fed on coffee, pastries, wine, and cheese
Civil plates’ discussion
Offering cups of cold water
Never forget that
A metaphor made real every time
Even a commandment
We live better together
Each one has one’s own
It is a choice
It is a pleasure
A present
And a future
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Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech
siping
a simple, loving act
intimacy fulfilled
in that we rest
together
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Word-High July: Welcome!
Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I [that’s Rosema at rosemawrites] are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.
HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!
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