What’s real does not bounce particles
Nor swim with random waves.
Its surface swings an open door,
Predictably behaves.
The real’s beyond the object.
Love lifts it, lets us see,
Sustaining every now we know
While veiled majestically.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting.
Photos: “Overlooking Lake Michigan” by the author.
Robert Frost called it the “sound of sense”. I bust that phrase into two and think of it as “sound” and “sense”, but Frost more accurately describes the reality of poetry. Still he doesn’t completely describe poetry, because no one can. That’s a good thing. It gives the rest of us and our descendants for the next hundreds of millions, or billions, of years something new to do.
My view of sense is taking me into two different directions. After reading Jane Kohut-Bartel’s “Song of the Nightingale”, I want to understand better the 8th century Japanese collection, the Man’yōshū. After reading Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays, I want to learn more about Hafiz (and Rumi) and the theme of forgiveness. Along these two ways of sense may the sound that’s right appear.
TWO PATHS LEAD AHEAD
SNOW HIDES SUMMER’S LEAFY WAYS
BOTH LOOK NOW LIKE ONE
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday where Toni is hosting asking us to write about our plans.
Photo: “Future Mystery” by the author.
Who is looking back at me
When I’m walking by?
Who is smiling curiously
When I wonder why?
Photos: “Rock Wall Downtown”, above, and “Small Town Downtown”, below, by the author linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “downtown” and trablogger’s Mundane Monday.
Fossils and some other things
Rest inside this rock.
The past to my own present brings
Suggestive hints to shock.
I am used to seeing such
Along this Green Bay shore.
What was before stands out to touch
My mind through this rock’s door.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Mish with the prompt word being “rock”.
Photo: “Rock” by the author and linked to trablogger’s Mundane Monday.
Even seagulls understand,
Salute the brightening Sun.
They pause with eyes that watch it rise,
Give praise, for day’s begun.
Photo: “Sun Salutation” by the author. I am linking this to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “gratitude” and since gratitude seems to make forgiveness easier I am also linking it to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
The pills I pop are not enough
To pop me out of here.
Addictions though prefer the pop
And that is what I fear.
Text: “Monotherapy” is a new word for me and I am not on any pills. I am linking this to dVerse Open Link Night. Toni is hosting.
Photo: I took this photo at Somme Woods Forest Preserve a few weeks ago.
To rise we forgive to lose what holds us down.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday and Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Light may leave the background dark.
Blooms look brighter where
The background makes a blacker mark
So colors blossom there.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting with a selection of photos.
Photos: The featured photo above is from NadinLisa’s collection at Pixabay one of five images selected by Lillian. The one below, “Blue and Yellow Flowers”, is one I took.
I have never seen an owl, but I have seen pictures. I don’t remember if they ever appeared in my dreams. There they could come in many forms representing, so I’ve heard, good luck or bad or death or wisdom perhaps with the sprinkling of Merlin’s understanding of reality. Unfortunately, like most people, the scientific nonsense I believe in, without being aware of it, would still keep me from taking such dreams seriously. It’s really too bad. Maybe the owl has brought me bad luck through the back door? Maybe, because I refuse to take that deep, transforming breath and become as wise as those owls are said to be, I deserve all my current blindness? Maybe this, too, will all turn out well in the end?
OWL WISE AND BOLD
WINTER VIEW IS CLEAR BUT COLD
PEACEFUL FALLING SNOW
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Victoria is hosting with the theme “owl”.
Photo: A winter scene in Techny Park from last year by the author.
The shoin house is simply made.
It looks upon the pond.
Nature tolerates that, too.
She’s proud to see what we can do,
How pretty we respond.
Nature doesn’t simulate.
She plays the game for keeps.
We assume we know it all.
We reach the cliffs. We brag. We fall.
She cradles, dreams and sleeps.
Photos: “Shoin House”, above, and “Drain in Forest Preserve”, below, both by the author. The shoin house is part of the Chicago Botanic Garden and the drain is in Somme Woods. They are linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “Man Made Meets Mother Nature”. The bottom one is for trablogger’s Mundane Monday.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 