Christ’s peace is constant.
Christ’s peace in nature? Constant!
We need to seek it.
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Grabbing Her At Night: Rhyming Haiku Lament
I grab her now like
she once grabbed me. There is no
result I can see.
Bell Bottom Intentions For High School Reunions
Backstory: As I prepared for my 50th High School Reunion (including registering on-line on the high school’s reunion site), a woman I barely knew and I started writing about past intentions, bell bottoms, and memories. One evening, I wrote several haiku based on life reflections… and thinking about wearing hip-hugger bell bottom’d jeans to the reunion.
Wearing bell bottoms
removes our blues, if we let
them make us groovy.
Put out intentions
for what you want, what you need,
what is right. They’ll come.
I fear to again
wear hip hugger jeans, for my
hips have long vanished.
[giggle].
I arise in a
zone, long ago forgotten,
searching with new eyes.
When Small Mem’ries Return: Grateful Haiku
Small moments from our
past may return. Mem’ries give
peace, comfort and joy.
Walt Whitman Ted Lasso Be Curious Hope: Haiku
In a month, after
decades, we’ll again meet. I
hope we’re curious.
Pawpaw Male and Female Difference: Haiku
finding pawpaw pollen. Once
At the request of a #PawpawFanatic on Facebook, I followed up with a limerick:
Know But Don’t Do: Haiku Lament
Why am I here? Why
am I – we set on this land?
I know, yet don’t do.
Homage To AMMentoring, Still
Upon reading Calming the Wilderness, riffing.
It feels strange to,
at last, again,
peel back the flap of another
large, manilla envelope.
Departure
Decades past,
the first one from her
contained guidance,
wisdom,
and introduction
to an unfamiliar,
yet exciting and welcome,
urban life.
I was brought in,
feted,
playing with the Big D
boys and girls now,
uncertain,
wrapped in a glass and steel
citadel
along a Northwest Expressway,
(long before I settled in a
specific Northwest expressway.)
She, always smiling,
eyes shining,
always kind,
giving wisdom,
guiding me through
the intracacies of even higher
las places I yearned to be.
Voyage
Then, I left.
What a long, strange trip!
Touching base with her
actually rarely,
yet constantly mentally,
as though she were
some reality Ebenezer,
not the man,
but the touch stone.
Return
Now we reconnect,
after our journeys took us
far and away,
and we each escaped
that cold urbanity
(once more, she teaches!),
to find our home,
our rest,
our real core sacred selves.
From the second envelope
slides black and white wisdom
about She who I love
so dearly,
and who she now,
clearly,
loves
and understands
at least as equally
as I.
Thumbing the pages,
gazing at letters, symbols:
A strange feeling
of recognition,
joy,
and gratitude.
The voice is so familiar,
with sense of connection.
My heart!
My soul!
My spirit!
swells,
and tears well
up and out
as I read of
Nature observations
and insights,
and wisdom,
and feelings,
hersyetmine.
Thousands of miles
and dozens of years
apart,
we’re even using
the same words,
receiving the same
inspiration,
talking to messengers
sent from the sky,
forests,
plains,
mountains:
Birds,
plants,
animals,
stars,
water,
wind,
Earth,
Heaven.
I’m curious if she,
as once,
is now again as connected
to Saint Francis
as I am.
All creatures….
I shake my head
in wonder
and amazement.
Such similarites!
I yearn to see
her portal,
Sangre de Cristo
and Land of Enchantment,
and hope to let her
experience ours,
Spirit Tree
and vortex folds
along the Chickamauga.
Thought:
Perhaps,
through words,
we are connecting
and connected.
The Source is the same,
whether in desert,
on mountain or plain,
through creeks and fields,
grasslands, forests,
or places I can’t yet pronounce.
I’m grateful
and moved beyond words
(and yet, here they are!)
for the truths
and her gift(s)
that this manilla envelope
revealed.
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For your own copy of the book of Nature observation poetry that prompted this piece, click: Annemarie Marek’s Calming the Wilderness.
Diamonds in the Trees: ImproVerse Rhyming Poem
Friends were complaining after a major ice storm in the Chattanooga Metro area (Catoosa County, NW Georgia). With lows around 6 degrees above zero, it WAS cold! As the sun came up, it showed something magical: Diamonds in the Trees. I walked through the woods and out into the wildflower field at Spirit Tree Farms, where goldenrods, pokeweed, late bonneset, blackberries, grasses, and other native plants joined with honey locusts, hickory and oak trees, and more, to show off a collection of sparkling jewels unmatched at any jewelry store. I riffed these iambic lines in a video, trying to stiffle my crying. Thanks to HomeGrownNationalPark.org for the inspiration, and to Heavenly Father and His Son Jesus for the Creation.
Orange Hat Bobbing Field Walk: Haiku
I watch her orange/
hat bobbing o’er wildflowers:
mid-winter field walk.