Thrift Shop(ping)
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Discarded by you
Given a new life by me
Thanks for your purchase
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(A Senryu Poem)
Tag: Poem
October 12
Night Blooming Cereus
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Single bloom filled the evening greenhouse with its scent
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Glowing in its aloneness among the many greens
Warmed by heater, cooled by ridge vent
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Oh so regal, a true hot house queen
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The fragrance designed to lure moths and bats
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Night time flyers privileged to see the show
Too bad this ecosystem is ruled by thermostat
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This bloom moths and bats will never know
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October 11
Early Morning Commute
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I assumed the art was of glowing twilight
Purple sky resembles a painting I have
Hazy morning forms silhouettes of charcoal
Morning not twilight
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(A Sapphic Stanza)
October 10
Cercidiphyllum japonicum
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Autumn is showing!
Magic is in the air
Colors are glowing
No season can compare
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Magic is in the air
The fragrance of love
Is just everywhere
Below and above
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Colors are glowing
Most everyone can see
Smell is mind blowing
Lost on so many
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No season can compare
Vanilla filled sky
You miss if unaware
Not just for the eye.
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(A Quadrilew Poem)
October 8
Cure All
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Oh how my stomach aches
I’m not sure why my stomach aches
To fix it I’ll do what it takes
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This belly ache is messing up my plans
Doesn’t my belly know about my plans?
Can’t track why this began
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At work but just want to lay down my head
World please pause so I can lay down my head
What I wouldn’t give to be home in bed
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While I’m at work there’s little relief
While I’m at work can’t get much relief
Gonna get some fresh air, get rid of this grief
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I wander to the local retail
I find help at the local retail
Aaaaaahhhhh ginger ale.
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(A Blues Stanza)
October 7
At Rest
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Simply resting in the dropseed
Reclined among the beautiful
Mighty fine respite indeed
Gaze stays the same through the seasons.
All my senses I must employ
Remaining right here for reasons
Among the nature I enjoy
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I never tire of the view
In fact it energizes me
Through time there’s always something new.
Just leave me right here, I am fine
Under my blanket of grasses
Gathering up all the sunshine
Just art to the passing masses.
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October 5
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
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Mundane green grass covered with color bright
Each day there is just a little less light
Some find this time extremely depressing
These are all clues winter is in sight
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This is the time when I feel alive
The darker, colder season’s when I thrive
Colorful leaves and soft snowflakes amaze
Thrilled when fall and winter arrive.
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(A Rubyat Poem)
October 4
Pale freckled skin, keeps organs in
Protects me from the sun
All this flecking, requires checking
To the doctors I run
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In cotton gown, I wait around
For examination
New magazines, computer screens
Office decoration
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Skin is assessed, concerns addressed
At my age my spots change
Scanning processed, I can get dressed
We talk short range, long range
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Have the “all clear”, return next year
Keep wearing the sunscreen
New spots appear, please have no fear
We’ll do the same routine
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(A Triquatrain Poem)
September 26
Fearful Cocoon of Ego
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Monarch butterfly floats
Flower to flower, over trees
Around leafy branches, between grass blades.
With feet on solid earth I watch afraid
I will never know gliding on the breeze.
But what if I devote
Time spent fearing to a mindful crusade
Each heartache a flower, I see
The plight as antidote.
In lieu of fear promote
Discomforts as a force esprit
All feelings as weightless escapade.
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A Bragi Poem inspired by Pema Chodron’s following words from The Places that Scare You:
“Although we have the potential to experience the freedom of a butterfly, we mysteriously prefer the small and fearful cocoon of ego.”
September 22
Bittersweet (Celastrus orbiculatus)
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The day autumn descends
On the northern hemisphere I wander
My favorite trail noticing the autumn colors just emerging.
Native wildflowers abuzz with bees and bugs and birds. Equally beautiful
Are the strangers to this forest, this meadow, this trail.
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They’re beautiful but they’re destructive
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These plants distract wildlife from the sustaining meal.
They colonize our woodlands.
Dominating our disturbed soils left after progress
Moved through. They’re controlled in their homelands
By soil fungus, airborne disease or leaf eating insects
But here along this trail as far as the eye can see they are unchecked.
To that eye untrained they are part of this splendid autumn landscape.
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They are destructive but they are beautiful.
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Cannot stop global trade introducing
These plants to our nature. Cannot
Eradicate the unwelcome guests like so many ants
To a spring kitchen. Cannot stop the birds with a new found taste
From feeding and dropping exotic seeds.
Cannot just breathe and take in the beauty?
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They’re beautiful, but they’re destructive.
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(A Bop Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 