Very recently I decided to gather the poems of the last two years and see if they could be herded into a poetry book. My dear friend and comrade, Bill Penrose, is willing and able to do the formatting and with his efforts, this can be done. The book is gong to be very different for me: no tanka, no haiku, nothing Japanese…just freeverse, or what I hope is freeverse. The book will come out this spring, probably published by Lulu.com….and be titled: “Pitcher of Moon”.
I’ve had some health challenges lately, and I want to thank my dear friends, Bill, Bren Goode and Nick Nicholson. These three are the wind under my wings…always. I wouldn’t be much of a poet without their encouragement and support.
Morning’s roseate sky
Has been blasted away,
Branches now whirligigs
Swirl with a fierce southern wind
As windows rattle in frames.
A tattered umbrella
Shades from a relentless sun.
I listen to Bhava Yoga
The vibration of Love,
Where imagination meets
Memory in the dark.
Yet surrounding these soothing tones
The world outside this music
Conspires to disrupt, sweep away
Any centered down thought, reflection.
The fierce wind demands my attention.
Still, the pulse of Bhava Yoga
Draws me within,
Feeds memory with imagination,
Calls forth something as enduring as the fury outside,
And I feel the pulse of the infinite.
Our lives are lived in the spheres of
And we are like birds,
Clinging with dulled claws to
The swaying branches of life.