Poetry from the Writer of Light

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Thursday, September 7, 2006

COAXING THE SWING, ABOUT NINE YEARS OLD

COAXING THE SWING, ABOUT NINE YEARS OLD Legs flailing like wings, I coaxed the swing ever further in its arc, longing for the heavens, longing to soar, straining against the limits imposed by God and nature, only to be drawn back down by this world’s unrelenting pull and then rise again briefly in... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 6, 2006

HAIKU #44

HAIKU #44 Creaks and pops and groans when sitting, rising - don’t know is it’s chair or me. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 5, 2006

HAIKU #45 - NATURAL BRIDGE

HAIKU #45 - NATURAL BRIDGE Stone flows like water, stream spanning dry, barren rock - to God, all the same. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 4, 2006

HAIKU #46

HAIKU #46 Candlelight service, Christmas eve, only sound is a baby’s cooing. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 2, 2006

HAIKU #47 - SERVICE TRUCKS AND AIRLINER AT THE AIRPORT GATE

HAIKU #47 - SERVICE TRUCKS AND AIRLINER AT THE AIRPORT GATE The wheeled insects come quickly to feed on the fallen silver fruit. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 1, 2006

HALFWAY BETWEEN US

HALFWAY BETWEEN US It’s due the 20 th, I say. No, she says, the 13 th. The bill says the 17 th. Truth resides halfway between us where our opinions go to meet each other. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

BIG OLD JET AIRLINER

BIG OLD JET AIRLINER (with apologies to Steve Miller) Squeezed into a seat with legroom for midgets as I’m trying to breathe. Good thing they don’t feed you much, but then what do I want for free? And the lady ahead puts her seat all the way back, and I’m stuck here for the duration. And these... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

STANDING OPEN-MOUTHED

STANDING OPEN-MOUTHED Snowflakes are inspirations blown to us by Spirit breath. Poets stand outside open-mouthed waiting to catch them. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

RESTAURANT OF THE SOUL

Life, served fresh daily - that’s all that’s served in this restaurant of the soul. So take a seat, sit right down; there’s no host to guide you. You don’t have to wait, no matter how busy the place is. You don’t even have to order. The waiter will bring your meal, already cooked to perfection. You... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

THE AMISH PINBALL WIZARD

THE AMISH PINBALL WIZARD Game room in the turnpike plaza. The Amish farmer walks in, curious. He sees me flinch, hears me cuss under my breath as the silver ball disappears, watches me slip another quarter into the slot, waits to see what happens. A moment of frantic action, muscles tense as the... Sign in to see full entry.

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