Welcome to Poetry Party #78!
I select an image (the photo above is by fellow dancing monk Anneclaire LeRoyer) and suggest a theme/title and invite you to respond with your own poem. Scroll down and add it in the comments section below or join our Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks Facebook group and post there.
Feel free to take your poem in any direction and then post the image and invitation on your blog (if you have one), Facebook, or Twitter, and encourage others to come join the party! (If you repost the photo, please make sure to include the credit link below it and link back to this post inviting others to join us).
We began this month with a Community Visio Divina practice with the latest dancing monk icon of St. Francis of Assisi and followed up with our Photo Party on the theme of the “sacred ordinary.” (You are most welcome to still participate). We continue this theme in our Poetry Party this month. How might you bring reverence to an ordinary moment of your day through the gift of poem-writing? How might you see the sacred in the mundane?
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18 Responses
you think of hildegard of bingen
when you walk on leaf-cushioned paths
a thousand shades of green dappled
in a blue-gum-cathedral shower of beams
in early morning mist luminously
a conduit between heaven and earth
you the conduit sparked to cosmic fire
when dew drops at the end of every twig
and mercurially dancing along leaves glint
listening to breath of trees as wind
rises a chant with magpies’ gleeful chortle
their music notes scribbled on shedding bark
remind you to let go of things that no longer serve
when earth in harmony with you is healing
and you sense its frisson of joy ripple the air
with beauty born from the womb moist with creation
a newborn secret in darkness
from the travail of labour and death
like an unfurling fern frond’s yes to life
when the fiery rays from the cauldron of the sun
become you and your hands the invisible massage of light
allowing the delicate tracery of grasses
against sky to evoke wonder
with reverence to the one in sapphire blue
know mystery is always mystery
colleen keating
Om Eim
Divine Masculine
Divine Feminine
Still pool
Opens
Singing trees
August Rush
Playful squirrels
Sunflower seeds
Draw me
I will follow
Eternity’s Bright
Glow beckons
It is S/He!
Alleluia, alleluia
I wonder why I can’t partake of the essence of movement that is the pond’s ripple…
Lifelines from winter’s term…fallen…deaden…renewal canceled…
No notice that the term is written… Closed for the season
So, I wonder will I ever swim again?
First Water
Chair of common cedars recline in sapphire light
Relaxing at simple field’s-malachite/jaded edge
Obsidian catfish and amber pollywog muse
Drift before Day’s gentle diamond breath
Toes licked/tickled by lapis ripples
Frolic precious little creatures
Reflect/shimmering gold
Priceless pearl play
Crystal clear
Resonate
A spot of grace
two chairs for the taking
decisions to be made
cries to be heard
laughter to soar
peace to be found
thanks to be given
rest to receive
everlasting love
Now is the time for frolicking
Rest is waiting for the days of slow heat that summer will surely bring
Jump up, hop and dance
Don’t wait
The freshness and quiet of this season
Slowly slips away
Don’t rest too soon
That time will come
For now
Find a friend
Let the grass tickle your toes
Feel the life within each blade
Leap, fly, imagine, do all that you can
Find a friend and frolic
Summer’s invite
Go slowly
Sit
Do nothing
Honor the pullings
Breathe deeply
Summer’s heart prayer
My gaze from this wooden perch beckons me
to see with different eyes.
Looking forward – into the glistening water,
peaceful and calm – centered, serene, the
landing place of the elder.
Behind me, the chatter and
raucous energy of life-in-the-making
pulls my attention.
But here I sit in the middle
betwixt and between,
breathing in both aspects
of my one same life.
Waiting chairs
Open water
Early trees.
Safety and peace in this promised land.
Resting at end of day
in Glorious Creation.
at the water’s edge
two squirrels scamper playfully
ah, spring to my soul