Poetry from the Writer of Light

Saturday, October 25, 2008

REPAYING A KINDNESS

REPAYING A KINDNESS The mission, midnight. Poets in the car. One homeless, needs ride. Turn here? Where are we? Red signal not seen except by police on cross street. More lights. License? Insurance? Officer takes both. Police radio calling him away strides back – no ticket, be careful. Yes, thanks... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 20, 2008

DAYDREAM GATEWAY

DAYDREAM GATEWAY Timeless as the wind, steady as the insect's drone, I hear every breath among the leaves, feel every touch on each blade of grass as it converses with me in sighing bliss. Gazing into a forever as near to hand as a dream, I follow the flight of the butterflies toward distant piled... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

HAIKU # 72

HAIKU # 72 Even the heavy clouds cannot entirely dim the glow of autumn woods. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

BOYS’ STUFF

BOYS’ STUFF This is boys’ stuff, she sniffs disdainfully, watching her little brother dash into the room full of tractors. Sis, come look, come look, he calls to her, heedless of her reluctance as he climbs and plays. Soon enough, she gives in; cautiously, then eagerly, she joins him as they romp... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 10, 2008

THE MOMENT

THE MOMENT When all that was is fulfilled, when all that will be is potential, perfectly balanced, one against the other on the infinitely small point of present, all that is is now. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

THE SIGN

THE SIGN Stopped at a fork in the destinies, looking for the lifemap in the heart's glove compartment, I am so engrossed in rummaging through the junk that I have packed along from the past that for a long time I don't see the sign right in front of me. It tells me that where I am going is the way... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 6, 2008

LATE SPRING SUNRISE

LATE SPRING SUNRISE What strange thing happens To the infinite hope Of peace, of newness and living, That dawns anew each day With the sunrise? It is banished with our dreams, Chased away like the night By the dark madness That follows our waking. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

FETCH

FETCH Too strongly, the angry man throws sticks for his dog to retrieve. They smack against the walls of his house with the sound of breaking bones. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

AFTER READING ROBERT BLY’S POETRY AGAINST THE VIETNAM WAR

AFTER READING ROBERT BLY’S POETRY AGAINST THE VIETNAM WAR The politically correct American poets see evil as solely a domestic product, exported by corrupt and vile presidents. They see this evil through eyes gouged out and tossed to the torture chamber floor, before the eyeless head drops from the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 26, 2008

CICADA SOUL

Note: An earlier version of this poem was posted August 17. CICADA SOUL Cicada emerges from the ground, matured by the years of hiding, and sings from a favored limb its freedom song – vrreee, vrreee, vrreee, vrrr... Soon, another joins in, then more, until at last the whole grove is ringing with... Sign in to see full entry.

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