midwinter storm
and between white drifts
this rose slowly opening
Posts Tagged ‘blossoming’
One Inexplicable
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged blossoming, poem, poetry on February 22, 2016| 4 Comments »
Even Blossoming
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged balance, blossoming, Erika Gordon, friendship, growing, poems, poetry, potential, yoga on March 25, 2012| 5 Comments »
Erika on the red mat
tucks her right foot in her groin
and bends forward from the waist
then lowers till she’s hovering
above her left tippy toes.
If you can’t follow
what I’m saying, that’s
because her body’s twisted,
furled and folded as a body seldom is.
But full of grace,
she brings her hands
to meet in prayer in front of her
and for a minute poises there,
a compact bulb with five small roots
and a patient shoot waiting
to push up and through.
It’s beautiful to stand beside
Erika on the red mat
to feel more than see
the rising energy as like
a tulip in the spring
she reaches not just up
but into the quiet balance point
where anything can happen.
five
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged blossoming, haiku, infinite, poem, puddles, sky, spirituality, uncertainty on January 11, 2012| 3 Comments »
impossibly, there
is in me enough sky for
these great blue wings
*
in these dark halls
I wander the meadow
unfolding inside me
*
your
blossoming my
blossoming
*
you look so funny said
the goose, as I lurched to
avoid the puddles
*
lost, at last
now I can get on
with my life
two
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged adios drama, blossoming, growth, haiku, poem, reality on January 10, 2012| 5 Comments »
we are like roses
in winter—we should not be
blooming but we are
*
when I don’t need the
storm, I fold it up and put
it in my pocket
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