cleaning off my shoes
before walking through the mud,
and Love says to me,
what? do you think
I am going to carry you?
Posts Tagged ‘love’
One Reality Check
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged independence, love, mud, poem, poetry, spring on March 18, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Emily in Love
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ars poetica, emily dickinson, love, maria popova, poem, poetry on March 6, 2019| 2 Comments »
We are the only poets, and everyone else is prose.
—Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Susan Gilbert
It is perhaps an inner drum,
the meter of the soul
that sometimes finds a resonance
inside another’s halls—
an inner song, an inner scheme
that rhymes with someone else’s,
a dream that scans like heartbeats
inside the other’s pulse.
Yes in this world of counterfeit,
such thrill to find a poem
that redefines Circumference—
and curious, leads us home.
for more on the love letters and life-changing love of Emily Dickinson, read the fabulous Brain Pickings by Maria Popova,
https://mailchi.mp/brainpickings/emily-dickinson-love-letters?e=ea2d3e439a
Aspirations
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communion, dissolution of the separate self, love, poem, poetry on February 24, 2019| 7 Comments »
I wanted my love to avalanche,
and love said to me, be flake of snow,
I wanted my love to be tsunami,
and love said, be water in my glass.
Be crumb of bread, be scrap of cloth,
be ray instead of sun.
I wanted to be enormous.
Love said to me, be one.
Love Poem
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fight, love, peace, poem, poetry, snow, storm on February 14, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Secret Agent Challenge: Operation Love
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged kindness, love, secret agent challenge, Sherry Richert Belul on February 10, 2019| 2 Comments »
Dear Friends,
A week or so ago, I sent a poem titled Secret Agents, which outlined the story of a woman I have not yet met (Sherry Richert Belul) who sent me $5 in the mail as a reminder that abundance is everywhere. Since then, a small secret agent revolution has been happening, and Sherry and I have launched Secret Agents of Change!
On Feb. 17, Random Acts of Kindness Day, we will start our Secret Agent Challenge: Operation Love–seven days of simple “assignments” that spread secret joy, good-will and kindness in the world around you. Will you join us?
Here is a link to a video in which we talk about how we met through small acts of kindness and how we decided to create the Secret Agents of Change.
And here is a link to join our Facebook group, which is how we will be giving out the secret missions.
If you are eager to be part of the Secret Agent Challenge but don’t belong to Facebook, then email me. I am sure we can come up with some way to get you involved and in the loop! It’s a kindness revolution!
Rosemerry
The Hardest Steps We Take
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged invertebrates, love, poem, poetry, river on February 1, 2019| 2 Comments »
Beneath wide bands of ice,
the river hides, barely visible,
but when we come closer,
we can hear how alive it is,
playful as ever, babbling, rippling.
And somewhere in and around the water,
the stonefly larva keep moving,
the midges produce their own antifreeze,
the damselfly eggs diapause,
all of them adept at surviving the cold.
There are times I have wondered
how love survives, even when
we starve it, freeze it, offer it nothing,
turn our attention the other way.
Perhaps it adapts, as macroinvertebrates do.
Or perhaps it is more like the river itself,
persistent, singing as it goes, making its own path,
and all we ever need do is meet it.
Luck
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged friendship, love, poem, poetry on January 13, 2019| 4 Comments »
It’s like just happening
to find in the drawer
the tiny screw that fits
in my glasses so the lens
won’t fall out, yes,
the fact that any of us
find each other and
happen to fit
into each other’s lives
at all seems shocking
when the drawer’s so big,
and after the discovery
so beautiful, so strange
how we never again
see the world
quite the same.
Between Intimacy and Independence
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged door, love, opposition, poem, poetry on January 11, 2019| Leave a Comment »
we become what we love and yet remain ourselves.
—Martin Heidegger
and this is how
the vessel learns
that though it’s full
there’s room for more—
those sides of us
we thought were walls
were well concealed
doors
Never Mind It Was a Dream
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged love, poem, poetry, possibility on January 10, 2019| 1 Comment »
because when the wise old man said
that the loving itself
was all that mattered—
somehow, for that moment,
while his suggestion still hung
like perfume in the air,
all the stubborn queries
of how and why and when
that usually knock and crack
and rap and ring, they all laid down
to take a nap,
and in that fragrant silence,
what rose was the most
beautiful tenderness,
a shining faith,
how improbably it opened
like a stone turned iris,
like a bone blooming
into spring.
One Wrapping the Gifts
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Christmas, gift, love, poem, poetry on December 25, 2018| Leave a Comment »
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