an exit for the pit-bird

a trill to start the song yellow bird golden cage brightness taken down into the darkness to sing hope laughter sun and the blue of sky the green of grass the clear of day joy the lightness of a heart sometimes the song slows down like a tune forgotten every now and then every once … Continue reading an exit for the pit-bird

the telling paradox

Poem #20 from a second series of meditations titled: the Pilgrim (2) Back to the Pilgrim – Introduction it is all a story pilgrim do not feel cheated by that stories are the parables by which we order our lives think rather of the richness of the journey and the mastery with which you have … Continue reading the telling paradox

perspective

Poem #137 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction burdened as he was he stood outside in the non-darkness of the night first the moon so large above the horizon a-glow as though lit from within rather than merely reflecting a … Continue reading perspective

pricing excess-tance

Poem #19 from a second series of meditations titled: the Pilgrim (2) Back to the Pilgrim – Introduction it is a temptation pilgrim to wish for ease calm for days without tension or test consider are you not engaged in the purpose of your life is not this mission the point of existence these are … Continue reading pricing excess-tance

white waits

Poem #136 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction he placed the universe before him shaded white from one featureless border all the way to infinity on the other side should he take a brush some paint impose on it a … Continue reading white waits

a quick latte (a long black)

my coffee grows on a hill somewhere around Kandara in Kenya my coffee grows ripe beneath the sun out there in Rutsiro or Rubavu in Rwanda my coffee is stored in the monsoon air of the Malabar coast in India enjoy your latte my coffee dries where a slow breeze whiles on Pico Turquino in … Continue reading a quick latte (a long black)

the life in it

Poem #135 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction in truth he had allowed himself a small indulgence a little mindless contemplation while he worked the knife the narrow chisel it always came on him that way as though the job … Continue reading the life in it

tomorrow presumed

Poem #18 from a second series of meditations titled: the Pilgrim (2)  Back to the Pilgrim – Introduction you must consider this closely pilgrim do you really believe the coming day may be altered delayed perhaps damaged irreparably without your presence . . . . are you yourself creator of all have you assumed responsibility … Continue reading tomorrow presumed