Poems

The written way to share insight and wisdom; from others and me, covering an infinite subject range – equality, nature, acceptance.

7.07a Monday

Morning stillness,
Isn’t.
Breezing hum of the road,
Egret flies through,
Sun steadies up.
The light changes from silhouetting the oak tree to
Showing off its bark’s grays, browns, hues.
The squirrels will come soon then
The dog will careen towards the glass,
Barking shouting reminding them and us daily who the bigger better species is.

But not yet. They’re not here yet.
And thus the stillness before more sights and sounds, is, just a bit still here.

REPOST: “In the Evening”

RESPONSE: I enjoy this a lot. A great poem can capture so much, say so much and be flexible to apply to so much. This is one of those

REPOST: “When I am Among the Trees”

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”

- Mary Oliver

REPOST: “Evolution”

RESPONSE: wow this poem is awesome. I love it’s modern p.o.v. And the detail is incredible. I listened to its author verbally read aloud and recommend it so much.

12.35p Tuesday

Pause wait what,
It’s the squirrel again prying acorns from their shells,
A raven,
The highway,
Maybe sparrows?
It’s all the boxes checked and to be
The sunshine shaded by the oak
You’re missed, and not;

It’s not a this or that it’s both,

and thankful.
Grateful for this love life breath.
I guess that’s all for now,
Lunch break is over soon