Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category
Windsor to Lansing
Displaced migrant mind-worker
Alien body, lost soul
How long to find the right word,
Or invent a new one?
Life lived is a poem.
An evolution, a becoming, existence,
Patterns & forms constrain and define,
But also create.
The right word? Left…
A while ago.
Off on the open road,
Past fencerows, fields and factories.
Trestles and turnpikes.
Mountain passes and deep, low valleys.
Across the Mississippi, Missouri, Columbia.
To a rain-soaked shore,
An explosion of life and green.
But still looking…
Walking along shorelines encrusted
With lichens, limpets, barnacles and broom.
Through forests of giant,
Moss-covered firs and cedars.
And still looking for…
The right word.
‘Neath a noble oak
A bough that’s partly broke
Holds strong above tide
Lone fishing trawler
Clouds and snow-capped peaks beyond
A sun soaked shore
Beneath the tower
Light dappling through spring leaves
A bell! Brief wisdom
Michigan in May
Croaking, chirping life abounds
And I say nothing
Trying out a new project: “Number Six in the United States”. A daily six word story blog based on my “experiences” as a new resident of the greatest country on earth, the United States of America (no hyperbole intended). Check it out! Links, comments and generous gifts of a promotional and encouraging nature gladly accepted…