Thursday, September 7, 2006
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.