Monday, January 27, 2014

All in a day...

Joy, if it isn't seeing the morning light filter through a cold window like soft warm hands to magically touch ordinary things to a sparkle, what is it?

Joy, if it isn't a glimpse of the wayside flowers smile in the sun, jiggling and giggling with the passing breeze, what is it?

Joy, if it isn't the sight of the arc of an orange sun cross the rim of the western sky leaving a soft glow, what is it?

Joy – if it isn't in the evening sky, where birds sing returning to their homes – where is it?

Joy, if I seek to seize and possess it…will it stay?

here, there
and not there

an elusive joy

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Think about it ~

“All I need is a sheet of paper
and something to write with, and then
I can turn the world upside down.” 
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.” 

― Ursula K. Le Guin

Which to go with - After a thought, I choose Ursula, though Nietzche's sounds promising ~ 

And you? Whichever, use words with care. We all need them, all the time. Generations need them. 

sunrise sky

connected by words, 

ideas and thoughts 
a world of no bounds ~
the sunrise sky 
echoes my thoughts

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Lo, gone!

magical, mystical 
the blue-the green 
seizing it forever ~
but lo, gone! 
the birds, the songs

Monday, January 20, 2014

Winter Rose

tearing her veil, 
a lonesome winter-rose 
the air laden with 
the scent of 
memories, dreams

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Joseph Campbell - The goal of life

"The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature." ~ Joseph Campbell

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Winter Blossoms

what more do I need,

if it satisfies my soul
if only for a while ~
winter blossoms 
sing in the sun

Think of it, the idea has a resemblance with Walt Whitman's "A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.".....True, Nature is regenerative, very present and satisfies the soul...But I need books as much.

Monday, January 13, 2014

looming heavily

looming heavily 
in the dead stillness of the night, 
watching over 
a wild world, a cold moon~
to Jupiter, we turn

Thursday, January 9, 2014


the winter sky ~
the firefly
leads its way,
with its own light

You don't see fireflies in winter; they hibernate over winter months....but then this could be the firefly within.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

waking dream

waking dream 
the sun, the sky, the clouds 
the tree all exactly 
where it was, pitiably
left with things to do

Monday, January 6, 2014

fringed with joy

fringed with joy 

windflowers rustle in the chilly wind
how so merrily nature 
rejoice this misty day, 
or is it just me?

Friday, January 3, 2014

tide rising

after a flight
through the sunshine
the bird quietly folds
its wings upon the day,

the tide rising  

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The Renewal

life has flown
from them, the words
the symbols, the marks
the characters
that lie dead
in these old journals
in old poems, in scripts ~
in search of the fire
the hearth of life
to enliven, to sanctify
to return
full of life ~
I simply await

TS Eliot - A thought (for the New Year)

Coming from that TS Eliot quote - “For last year’s words belong to last year’s language / And next year’s words await another voice.” - is it the words or is it the language or is it the voice that is important with respect to narrative writing.

Yes, given there is language and voice without words...