None of This Had to Happen- Channeling Jane Hirschfield
This did not have to happen. No, none of this had to happen.
Tag poetry
Staring at Stars
Homely, lonely night. Venus shines against vacancy.He doesn’t paint the bars that keep him so far from starry night. Transfixed by stars. The tree grows, it is living. It is hopeful.And so is he. Not always so. Seldomly like that-ever.…
Trees Speak
We, the silver birch. Villagers say we are The Three Sisters.
Dragon of a Plantation
I start to think you stink
like Beowulf
More Than a Handful
More Than a Handful is about revisiting childhood and seeing things both as a child and as an adult.
Blue Circus
It's all how you juggle the chaos,
the strife of a circus life.
Puddles, After MC Escher’s Print of the Same Name Done in 1952
Backward, echoing, mirroring
It is provocative to postulate
Vanity
He's seen enough of his mistress preening.
For the Sake of My Children
Clouds of blue and yellow remind us of our home.
Nebra Sky Disc Germany 1600s BCE
Dimensions but not directions divined.