day 7. merge

big tent poetry, 7 day gong poetry. new to you. day 7. today, i pick encounter by czeslaw milosz.. the first line is from his poem

The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles

foreign in familiarity, soothing in style, a tinge of excitement trespass

relic shadows embody their will, a noetic wind blows, the backwards breeze bellows

perceptible walk away, hidden in the hills, the rising moon scratches the sealed sky,

bright their breathless appearance, glittering stars above, ignite the quiet stutterings

rising from below

day 6. on time

big tent poetry gong poetry day 6 new to you. today i pick anais nin… because it is such a small poem i thought i would bring it on over… see below in italics

risk. and then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.

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and then the day came
releasing the rope
untied and free

there was another
more beautiful
sweeping the winter
away

day 5. late

big tent poetry gong poetry day 5 new to you. today i pick marilyn monroe…

I am invariably late for appointments … sometimes, as much as two hours. I’ve tried to change my ways but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing.

too strong and
too pleasing
the scent of significant
leads the way

a thought evades
the second hand
vacating the corners
dusty with knowledge

one would rather
smile pleasingly
high heels clicking
and a swing of hips

day 4. covered

big tent poetry gong poetry day 4 new to you. today i picked toni morrison, unlike any other. a beautiful author in all sorts of ways… for me it all started when i read her book beloved… new to me, her latest entitled jazz. a small excerpt and a line that sorta just stuck out…

“breathing and murmuring under covers both of them have washed and hung out on the line, in a bed they chose together and kept together never mind one leg was propped on a 1916 dictionary, and the mattress, curved like a preacher’s palm asking for witnesses in His name’s sake, enclosed them each and every night and muffled their whispering, old-time love” , dip poetry lounge

a lovely place survives
where two can go to be
a simple sharing sigh

they tell no one
never make plans
their desire uncovered

not a bother
smooth as soft
a sweet knowing familiar

day 3.soaring

over at big tent poetry there’s a new ongoing prompt called gong poetry and we’re in day 3 of 7. new to you is pick a poet that’s new, pick a line and write… or something very close to that…

today i pick lorine neidecker. another new poet who writes with a way that woos me close.. the poem i picked doesn’t have a title, and is very small and buoyant so i included it in today’s post…the link for more poems and info is attached to her name.

In moonlight lies
the river passing—
it’s not quiet
and it’s not laughing.

I’m not young
and I’m not free
but I’ve a house of my own
by a willow tree.

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there’s a young willow tree
gaining strength growing tall
just outside my window

tough little tree beginning to
conceive a small crowd of
drooping fluttering branches that
sway so readily when the
wispy winds of autumn appear

another year passes and i only
notice because of the shadow
from the young willow tree
growing tall just outside my window