Both the light and the shadow are at home in the heart.
–Jan Garrett & JD Martin, “Love Wins”
The shell
cracks
the fracture
gaps
and light
streams in
to reveal
another shell
not yet
begun
to
crack
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged 84, crack, darkness, light, poems, poetry, transformation on February 19, 2012| 2 Comments »
Both the light and the shadow are at home in the heart.
–Jan Garrett & JD Martin, “Love Wins”
The shell
cracks
the fracture
gaps
and light
streams in
to reveal
another shell
not yet
begun
to
crack
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged control, parenting, poems, poetry, power, tanka on February 18, 2012| 4 Comments »
perhaps to prove
she can change the world
my daughter stomps
on the icicle right when
my camera clicks
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged parenting, poems, poetry, tanka, voice on February 17, 2012| 8 Comments »
forgive me
for not hearing today
beneath the wailing
the boy who just wants
so desperately to be heard
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged aging, carpe diem, death, haiku, life, poems, poetry, tanka on February 16, 2012| 4 Comments »
young girls in pink
tutus—it’s hard to believe
we’re all dying
*
anti-aging conference?
we argue and research
how to stay young,
meanwhile, on our shelves
drums and flutes gather dust
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged chanting, losing the self, music, poems, poetry, singing on February 15, 2012| 5 Comments »
In a ring of song
I hear your silence
I breathe in your silence
in a ring of song
I lose my singular voice
and become
what is unwritten,
unwritable, endlessly sung—
in the ring of song
there is no note
not worth singing,
there is no tone that’s wrong
in the ring of song
in the ring of song
the song rises and falls
all around us, it rises
and falls inside of us
I breathe in and pull
into my lungs the song
where it mixes with the unborn song
still forming
on my tongue,
in the ring of song
I am no one and if
I am anyone at all
I am one being sung.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged allowing, love, poems, poetry, preparing the heart on February 14, 2012| 3 Comments »
I’ve been noticing how,
when even the smallest
bit of light comes through,
everything starts
to melt—
I’m not saying
we should try
to build some wild
contraption that might force
all these clouds into moving,
but perhaps
we could put ourselves
out there in the field,
naked as we can stand,
so that whenever
that ray does come
our hearts
and all those walls
we’ve built around them
are ready.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged China, Japan, poetry class, Telluride on February 14, 2012| 2 Comments »
Wise Voices from the East: From Han-shan to Basho and Beyond
Wednesdays, 6-8 p.m.
Wilkinson Pubic Library Telluride Room
Telluride, Colorado
February 15-March 14
Free
“No direction is better or worse, east is just as good as west. Those who know the meaning of this are free to go where they want.” These words, written by Han Shan in the seventh century, were part of the Chinese literary tradition that informed the work of the Japanese tanka and later haiku. For five weeks, we’ll study Eastern poets, including Han-shan, Kukai, Shikibu Izumi, Dogen Kigen, Basho, Ryokan, Issa, Chiyo-ni, and more, as they explore themes of humility, grateful acceptance, non-duality, contradictoriness, love, freedom, courage and death.
Guiding you through the centuries is San Miguel County’s first poet laureate Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer. Her work includes a poem a day practice and her most recent poetry collection, The Miracle Already Happening: Everyday Life with Rumi.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged friendship, loss, love, poem, poetry, separation, tanka, winter on February 14, 2012| 2 Comments »
such a short time
I’ve been gone, but now how high
the drifts of snow where
once we danced a path between
my house and yours
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged letting go, love, parents, poems, poetry, separation on February 12, 2012| 6 Comments »
I cannot find
the right way
to say goodbye
to you and so
I watch your car
drive away
and only
then say
the impossible
please
don’t go.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged baby, community, haiku, love, poem, poetry, unity on February 12, 2012| 6 Comments »
That little boy
who isn’t mine, I hold him
like he is.







