To write or not to write
is no longer the question.
That was answered long ago.
The questions why, where, when, and how
are of only slight import.
No – now the question that looms large is
“Write what?”
and the answer begins with noticing.
JDG
The Twice Fallen
The snow that landed
so delicately on trees
now falls in clumps. Is
there a lesson here or just
a longing for allegory?
JDG
Creation’s Beating Heart
When the weight of time and circumstance
gets too much to bear,
I make for myself a womb of words,
curl up beneath creation’s beating heart,
and find comfort there.
JDG
Winter Bouquet
On a harsh winter
day friends bring daffodils and
set the room aglow.
JDG
A Venue For Conflicted Souls
When you want to be
both invisible and seen,
you write poetry
and post it to your blog where
it may or may not be read.
JDG
Counsel to Self
Before mind closes
and mouth opens , one deep breath
and one small smile
~
Repeat as needed
until breath grows more steady
and present mood shifts.
JDG
Uncommonly Common
When they descended –
those iridescent birds with
a purple cast, their
dark wings flapping, their bobbing
heads a shiny blue,
one thing I for certain knew –
it was no poet
who gave them their name. Common
Grackle? For such an
uncommon bird? But I learned
soon enough from this
bird-feeder bully never to
judge a bird by its feathers.
JDG
Certain Senryu
“always will”, “never
would”- two sides of the misspent
coin of certainty
JDG
Frozen Senryu
What can be said when
the temperature falls this low?
Absolute zero.
JDG
Jay Talking
Jays at the feeder –
all card-carrying members
of the old boys’ club –
occasionally allow
lesser birds to draw
near, then huffily proclaim
they have no right to be there.
JDG
