The backyard is the domain of 4 dogs, 8 hens and a rooster. Potted plants at least slow down the romping dogs, but the hens have developed a taste for potted roses.
Lady Nyo
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Bhava Yoga
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
All thought, reflection.
The fierce wind gets my attention.
I can not deny its primal force.
Still, the pulse of Bhava Yoga
Draws me within,
Feeds imagination with memory,
Calls forth something as enduring as the fury outside,
And I feel the pulse of the infinite.
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We are like birds,
Clinging with dulled claws to
The swaying branches of life.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 201
Mimi, who sez that today should be “Mimi Day” in appreciation of her antics…..
Tags: Bhava Yoga, Nature, poetry, potted roses, Spring
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April 22, 2016 at 12:32 pm
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April 22, 2016 at 3:52 pm
Oh my goodness, I was entranced by the serenity of the music, the blustery wind outside, and then – ka-pow!- those closing lines, “We are like birds, clinging with dulled claws”………..absolutely fantastic.
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April 22, 2016 at 4:30 pm
Thanks, Sherry. I was unsure about this poem. I put it on d’verse, and one good poet laughed. Sent her into gales of laughter. I never could figure out what was so funny, but she thought the end lines were hilarious. Well, to each his/her own. LOL!
Thank you, Sherry. You got to what I hoped was the essence of the poem. And thank you for your encouraging comment.
Jane
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