What do you think gets better with age?
I believe one’s own discernment gets better with age. But, damn, if not….
Watch what strain of grief springs forth
As you realize
You loved some soul, conjured up
Sanity capsized
Of their mountain air you breathed
Certain they were there
Conversations, planning life
With their spirit’s flare
Love was lightning, checkered flags,
Continental crash!
Now their absence, now your heart
Cratered…edged in ash
What are your daily habits?
My daily habits are not limited to stargazing alone….
(Funky photograph on purpose….)
“Planetary Beings: Our Haiku”
Oh, curious one!
Terroir, continents unknown,
So, let’s go to Earth
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
The most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten is the toil of my ancestors:
She was a product of two hopeful and maybe desperate Greek immigrants who looked toward the lamp lifted beside a golden door and said, “…yes, please help.” Her last words on Earth to me were, “…help people” — as her reminder to me to do so. My grandma walked through fire, as did her parents before her, and I and my maternal family members are the products of that whole painful yet purifying, beautifying process. We all have her New York City heart and determination as well as her Greek-American intellect and empathy for others. Who of your ancestors have appeared as refined as gold to you?
“Lifted: Our Haiku”
You have walked through fire
And yet, emerged not consumed
I see your lustre
Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com; and, unknown antique photographer
Dear, Flower — forlorn, with hidden hue
Look at the intricacy of you!
Weeds cause our chaos, but our growth too
Seek now, the Sun, and newer views
Greetings, great Blossom —
here, you’ll grow tall
Bees and buds bring forth God’s love
When rain falls
You’re planted…in this garden, afterall
Always or sometimes
Virtue deliberated
Finds love was insane
As we talk, and as we walk
Creating a new world
We are here co-equals
Not confused — our hands, uncurled
Now, we stay and care and hear
We each add such something
Breathe an interrupting breath?
— We’d disrupt what we bring!
This time, it’s a table, strong
With two chairs, stronger still
Centered in the sun-filled place
Our life, atop the hill
Should you run headlong?
Yes! Curating June flowers
Plus July fireworks
God, give us the time machine
To show us what we hope to see
The way the wool would flow and float around
Our happy ankles
When we walked free and were let be
In the Garden, there
Oh, wear and tear and fibre’s snare
Since we’ve not tak’n good, good care
To guard against the urban’s grey
The droughted field’s thirst at mid-day
Lord
Please take this pain away
You’ve said they know not what they’ve done
And we forgive them, too
Each one
With prayer and hope
And You
We
Are
Made
Anew and clean
God, You are our Time Machine
See the azure ‘nigh?
Life has shown me it’s called Hope
It’s what guides me home
Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhtotgraphy.com;
Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
Act we, as if
Our piece of pie space
Our map-dot place
Is all there is
Defend it furiously
Argue to exhaustion
With a wrongful righteousness
Then wither with its fruit
But what when
We turn and take notice
God’s graced us with abundance
Its seeds to sow?
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