Welcome to the Abbey’s Poetry Party #58!
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In the northern hemisphere we are entering the season of summer – a time of ripeness and illumination. Write a poem this week in celebration of summer’s glories and gifts. Let’s savor and relish the world’s fullness together through the written word.
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shiny hopes
under my feet
a quilt of jasmine stars
over my head
a spangle of sky stars
summer breezes
surround me and
send hope shimmering
send despair scurrying away
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http://desertspiritsfire.blogspot.com/2012/06/poetry-party-58-shine.html
Shine
Shine, like the brightness of one’s forehead
Where things thought become things seen.
Shine, like the eyes of a child
Newly opened to a world of worlds.
Shine, like rays of heat
From the sidewalk of our common contentments.
Shine out like shook foil
As Hopkins reminds us.
Shine, like our righteousness at noonday
As the prophet reminds us.
Shine, where all else
Has refused such invitation.
Shine, until to shine
Is all that is either possible or necessary.
Shine, as the one before us
Shines.
Sun beating down upon us,
Hastening across the bluish sky
Into the windy western mountains;
Nearby the greeny brine of water
Enlivens the boat in which we roam.
Sunlight glimmers bright.
Pink and golden haze shimmers.
Sun shine is sacred.
Recall thoughts of dad
Sailing the lake, envelop
Sun shines brightly now.
Remind me of him
Now his Thin space welcomes me.
His loving smile shines.
© 2012
Beyond Poetry
Soak it in,
the sun
on your face:
Feel
beyond
explaining.
Listen
to the wind.
Shhh …
Let water
splash.
Do not say
a word;
even to
yourself.
Take it,
keep it.
Sailing, silently
Beyond the sunset of life
Toward a new day
PUTTIN’ UP SUNSHINE
I gather it up
–by the bushel
–by the bucket
–by the bundle.
I fill mason jars
— to the rim
–lids on
–rings tight.
Boiling pot
reassuring ping
a row of shining jars on the pantry shelf.
Wait . . .
. . . until . . .
. . . the days of windy dark white.
I pull out a jar–maybe two–
And spread my bread thickly
Warming myself with last summer’s sun.
I saw a robin turn his head
and put it down to the earth
and he listened
like i would have listened
to a heart
love and terror
do not squander this one
precious life
My Most Favorite Time of Year
As Spring slowly turns into Summer
And the rain seems to fade away.
The sun setting after ten
And the sky still faintly lit at eleven
With a few leftover hues
From just a few hours of previously painted glory.
I love you Lord.
Sarah,
My eyes are filled with tears of the beauty you have painted.
The Lord is with you.
Love, mom
You Are Continuously Lovely, Beyond My Words’ Confections
It needs to be said with a little weeping and a lot of gratitude
That I could not adore you any more than this precise moment
When as if for the first time I hear the dulcet melody of your soul
Entering my heart and pasting itself against the high wire act
Of that little ledge where I have been living, suspended above the heights
It is no sleight of hand that you secure my hand in yours
And elicit my complete and total surrender to your loveliness
You must have been first in line when they handed out kindness
And during times such as these, hope is renewed
In the disappearing seams and erasing sutures of my world
Enhanced by the radiance of your touch which erases every resistance
There is no consort in their right mind who could resist you
And let it be said that any room is virtually lightened as you step inside
When every fabric of formality is removed in the light of loving attention
While you effortlessly call a consortium of every hitchhiking angel
And passing spirit
To bring this invisible audience to a minion, the gently easy lights of heaven
Streaming out from your accepting and always agreeable eyes
When did you decide I would be recipient to your blessings?
When did you petition my heart to be reawakened to rejoicing?
Tell me how it is that you bring ease to the complexities of my table
Where no matter how much silverware is set, it is as if we are naked
At a rustic picnic, with no other music needed than folk song melodies
Swirling about your words as if the very air is itself enchanted
And it isn’t so much what is said but how it is articulated and uttered
Somewhere in the transparent confidence of butterfly wings
Honing in for a cup of nectar
So very few people are transported by a surfeit of blessings
Presented in a simple chalice yet brimful with sweetness
So much so that Spirit questions your citizenship and origins
Were you born on a cumulus cloud of honeycomb? Perhaps
As you were raised, flowers sprung through the verdant lawns
Of a gentleman’s garden, never realizing till you are presented
In the veritable rosy cheeks of a composed and gentle morning
That you had chosen him and him alone to be loved
Every attendant being requires only the promise of delight
In a welcoming doorway
How many seeming centuries had passed in neglect
Before I was awakened by your simple venture
Through the shivering stopgaps of my portal?
When I’m with you I don’t need a map.
Let me be lost in your loveliness
I no longer require a lock
When you have unlocked every need to be defensive
Everything you touch is nurtured
So that the air itself pauses in rapt stillness
To receive the crystal spun lattice of your voice,
The uncomplicated grace of your countenance,
The untroubled insouciance of unprepossessing character
Where regardless of complication, your gift is to make it simple
And palatable, adorned without mannerisms,
Yet with the luscious surety of a fully loving hand
Surely when Holy Spirit brings attentive companions
To cascading flowering high walls in the garden of the Soul
It is incumbent to human being, to weep just a bit in glorious gratitude
For these seemingly simple bits and pieces of timeless nectar
Someone who listens and who is kind
Someone who sounds lovely and is of sound mind
Someone whose melodies stretch across the rapture of continuous skies
Someone who is effortlessly there, without stress of undue trying
You have slipped past my Gorgon’s knot
And here I am deliriously beaming and unraveled
No longer so uptight
That shoelaces seem to be eking out from corners of my eyes
Unlace the crumbs of my last futile resistance
And drive me home
And if it is so cast upon your shining and virtuous heart
Promise then that you will continue to shower me
At the beaming adolescence of my unadulterated joy
So that I am undressed in happiness by your attendance
And every part of me that can rejoice, continues to rejoice
Beyond the formal walls of what it takes
To be a man or a woman,
Moving graciously to serene and pastel rooms
Where the love of soul for soul is only deepened
By the consistency of its sweetest,
Most lasting, attentive embrace
© 2012 Darius Gottlieb CelloHeart@gmail.com 11:40 AM June 1
Darius,
Once again you capture my heart. I am So elated to see you at this benevolent site.
Blessings, Genora