Winter Snow….

January 20, 2020

via Winter Snow….

Winter Snow….

January 20, 2020
My beautiful picture

My beautiful picture


A soft winter snow is falling

forgiving dirt, debris

The hollow chaff left from last year’s harvest.

It would forgive sin if it could

But sin is too hot, worldly these days

For a mere snow fall.


The gun- metal gray

breaks apart.

The sky shot with soft blue ribbons

and the belly of clouds

Sway with a golden hue.


Perhaps this is forgiveness,

This hope that draws our eyes skyward,

The telling nature of something out of our control.

A sudden benediction of unexpected grace.


Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016









“Goddess Nut”

January 16, 2020

via “Goddess Nut”

“Goddess Nut”

January 16, 2020

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I am the Temple,

the Universe at night.


I am Goddess Nut.


I spread my body over

dark, silky skies

and the Sun is born from my

yawning mouth at dawn.


Fading moon

Creeps up my bowels at break of day

as does brother Sun

when his glory dimmed

and I cradle both

within me their majestic

glory now dulled down

like sleepy children

until release throws them

High in the sky.


I am the keeper.


All Celestial bodies

I, the nourisher

of life and death that passes.


I, Nut, sleep at day,

my stars and I well hidden

by the birth of Sun

but courted by Geb, Earth God

who sucks the night dew

from my two breasts with sweet lips

reaching with stiff cock

makes the Earth fertile with love,

and the universe fruitful.


I am the River.

Water where distant

planets and stars sail

on their skyward journey,

the celestial travail.


My Houri marks time,

passage of cosmic travel

discarding veils

until naked at dawn,

retire to the horizon.

They sleep once again under

My belly and gathered near.


I am the passage.

I am the Keeper of Souls.

I am mystery.


My presence lends fear to man

I touch eyes with sleep.

I round out the universe

dark fulsome Night.


I am Nut.



Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2015



(Goddess Nut was published in Pitcher of Moon, 2014, (Createspace)


Haibun: “Seasons Changing”

January 9, 2020

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Haibun: “Seasons Changing”

January 9, 2020



(painting above by the author below)


Autumn wind startles–
Lowered to an ominous
Key—Ah! Mournful sounds!
The fat mountain deer listen-
Add their bellowing sorrow.


I love haibun form.  It probably is the earliest literary  form in Japan.  Started by travelling monks  who could read and write . Basically a short collection of observances.


The gingko filters the sunlight, the ground a crescent- printed cloth fit for a yukata. It hits my hands and feet, creating white scars that do not burn. I welcome the sun. My bones grow thin.

This passage, from summer to fall, eternal movement of Universal Design, counts down the years I have left. There is so much more to savor. Two lives would not be enough.

Tsuki, a beggar’s cup too thin to fatten the road, still shines with a golden brightness, unwavering in the chill aki wind. The Milky Way reigns over all.


Sharp moon cuts the sky

The fierce wind from the mountains

Disturbs dragonflies.


Jane k0hut Bartels

Copyrighted, 2020

“Haiku Mind”….

January 3, 2020

via “Haiku Mind”….

“Haiku Mind”….

January 3, 2020

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AND OPEN YOUR HEART” by Patricia Donegan.


I have had this book for a number of years and didn’t really attend to it. Now? It is source of comfort and wisdom and not just for a particular time. Most reading this post know about haiku, and many more know the poets inside. Pat Donegan weaves a wonderful book on haiku, with modern (Ginsberg) haiku poets and the ancients that most haiku poets cut their teeth on…Basho, Issa, Bucon, too many to list here. What is even better, each haiku is written for an emotion, or an action, like listening, sorrow, etc. In some of the poems, they seem strange until we look deeper. Each has a universality that responds to our own heart.

Lady Nyo




Summer grasses—-

All that remains

Of warriors’ dreams





Rouged lips


Clear spring water





As my anger ebbs

The spring stars grow bright again

And the wind returns.

….Richard Wright



 This spring in my hut

There is nothing

There is everything

….Sodo Yamaguchi


Co-Emergent wisdom

 After the rain

Bomb craters

Filled with stars

…..John Brandi



 Picked by an old woman’s hand

Herbs green and growing.


                        …..Soen Nakagawa


And my personal favorite….




This world of dew

Is a world of dew

And yet……




There are too many beautiful haiku in this book to list.. The back story, history of each poet is beautifully detailed.

Published by Shambhala Press.

Happy New Year!

January 2, 2020

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“Two Sonnets of Two Celtic Myths”

January 1, 2020

via “Two Sonnets of Two Celtic Myths”

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