HAIKU 52 – WESTBOUND TRUCKS AT DAWN
HAIKU 52 – WESTBOUND TRUCKS AT DAWN Westbound trucks shining with loads of orange glory, cargo from the dawn. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, August 8, 2006
Monday, August 7, 2006
HAIKU #53 – LIGHT SNOW SHOWER
HAIKU #53 – LIGHT SNOW SHOWER Wind sighs, trucks moan past on distant highway, snow falls soft as nighttime dreams ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, August 6, 2006
WHERE IS YOUR TEACHER?
WHERE IS YOUR TEACHER? A poem for the 730 th anniversary of Rumi’s passing When the wind in the barren trees asks softly, Where is your Teacher? shrug and answer just as softly, I don’t know - and then listen, for He is there. When your life is sorrow and darkness, it too asks this question, Where... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, August 3, 2006
YOUR BANNER STANDS UNFURLED
YOUR BANNER STANDS UNFURLED An aquifer of words and dreams, Does e’re this language well run dry, The light of hope no more be seen Than Sun shall leave the sky, Hearts and minds inspired by passion words of hope and love in which our days attired now process to realms above. Take back your dreams,... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
THE ROAD TO THESE POEMS
THE ROAD TO THESE POEMS The road to these poems is long and arduous. Strong men and brave women faint at its sight. If you choose to come this way, pack lightly; little else is needed for this journey but a soul packed full of the emptiness of longing. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, August 1, 2006
GLIDING OUT FROM EVENING MIST
GLIDING OUT FROM EVENING MIST Gliding out from evening mist, rising in beloved’s kiss, the words come unspoken, unbidden by my will. Summoned rather by the force of memories and the course my life has or would have taken, for good and ill alike Flying high on swan-like wings, each word now turns to... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, July 31, 2006
THE DOGHOUSE PORTAL
THE DOGHOUSE PORTAL I’m like a dog that has strayed from its kennel, then returned to find the gate closed, its dish and house now only something to be stared at and longed for from the outside coldness. We’re not of this world; our real home is in another, and somewhere within us is a longing for... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
KIRTAP’S MOTEL ROOM
KIRTAP’S MOTEL ROOM Kirtap checks into a motel. Overnight it changes hands; when he checks out, new name, new signs in the lobby, all traces of the old proprietor are gone. “How did I get from one place to the other in my sleep?” One night, our lives will change hands; we will go to sleep in one... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
A MOUNTAIN TURNS TO SAND
A MOUNTAIN TURNS TO SAND A mountain turns to sand – sometimes instantaneously, the whole thing gone in a great eruption, or slowly, worn down over eons by patient wind and water. A soul’s stoniness turns to light by the same alchemy – sometimes instantaneously, the whole thing illumined in an... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, July 28, 2006
THE HIDDEN CAMELLIA
THE HIDDEN CAMELLIA From beneath the tangled mass, a hint of red, a flash of light. Strip away this wild asparagus, draw it down like ropes, handful by handful from the trees, enduring the scratching thorns. The camellia, once hidden, has now but a single blossom – but in spring its gratitude will... Sign in to see full entry.