Below are a smattering of short poems I've written. Some are in a 7-line syllabic form called "Pyramid Poetry." (To know more, see Pyramid Poetry, described by Justin Stone, who founded the T'ai Chi Chih program I teach.)
WORDS
Words wiggling inside of me,
struggling (with a smile)
to emerge.
Like old friends, words feeling familiar,
yet also open to shedding
that familiarity
and (re)appearing in
new forms.
...
Open.
I'm ready.
What's coming?
Unknown.
What's to do?
Nothing.
...
a sense of words waiting
to erupt, to flow,
to be transcribed
from unclear sensations
into well-formed consonants and vowels.
...
Moved to write, I see it's already been written!
...
Here
I AM
writing words
That fill me up
Give me joy.
Each one
Sings!
...
Words
Are fun
To welcome
As they arrive
And settle
In their
Place
...
Words
arise
and are lost
if not written
and preserved
forever
new
....
Sometimes words flow easily
mirroring the flow or glow of emotions
within.
...
Words
Coming
Arising
like tai chi chih
poetry
moving
chi
Nature
Trees
Nourish
And uplift
With energy
That delights
And calms
Me
Full
The moon
Is tonight.
The flower moon
Burning bright,
Streaming
Light
...
Moon
resting
in the sky
Sensing dawn
it begins
to set
down
JOY
God
Is in
My body
And also yours
Together
We are
God
…
You
Are me,
Together
We become One.
Together
WE ARE
ONE
You
Are me,
Together
We become One.
Together
I AM
You.
So much truth, coursing through my body,
Faster than my mind can find the words
Than my fingers can play the tune
Faster than my brush can draw the shape.
That
Is it.
Or is it?
Not really that.
Not really.
And yet,
Is.
Joy
Expands
The moment
Making it grow,
Elongate,
Spread out,
Shine.
...
I
stand here
Stand alone
Never alone
You are here
With me.
You.
...
We
are here
all of us
breathing life in
reaching out
always
ONE
...
This
Is what
You get when
My love shines bright
And surrounds
Us all
Now.
...
Sad
Was here
And now gone
Where did it go?
Or perhaps
it was
Not.
...
You
inspire
and pull forth
passionately
that which lives
within
us.
...
What
is this
that fills me,
envelops me,
embraces
with love
still.
MY BIRTHDAY
5/10/24
This
moment,
this "today"
is my birth-day:
I arrived,
safely,
here.
...
Birth
Each Day
As if new,
Grateful each time
morning comes,
with new
Life.
Work
Awaits
My attention
My time, my care
Not today.
Later.
Work.
...
Mind
grabs on
to ideas
without substance
pretending
to be
real.
...
Hope
Despair
Canceling
Each other out.
I choose not
Either
One
...
Today
This face,
My face,
has a new line.
Has aged.
Cracked.
No longer the smooth facade
Of youth…
At last.
...
Dark
Thoughts came
Confusing
Made me cranky
Looked within.
Saw me.
Raw.
...
This Day
I'm here
Right now
With no expectations.
No future..
Except what is in my calendar!
Will hunger drive me, move me toward my next now?
Will it be hunger for food, for creative expression, for connection, for God?
My calendar contains a road map I might follow.
Or not.
...
Here
and then
we were gone
only to return
now here again
happy
now
...
Fear
finds us
whenever
separation
causes us
to lose
breath.
...
Time
will tell
the secrets
we try to hide
and always
reveal
truth.
...
I smiled today. Even though the bombs still fall.
I smiled today. Even though horrid things have happened.
I smiled today. Even though.
...
Magic isn't always fireflies
or dragons
or a winning streak.
Sometimes magic is like an invisible
blanket
wrapping me in its sweet folds.
...
Today
maybe
I'm a poet.
At other times, I'm an artist,
a musician, a wife, a lover,
a bookkeeper.
No longer a daughter.
No longer lots of roles.
Or maybe
Just a change of clothes.
...
Adrift.
Like an Autumn leaf
floating,
leaving,
not yet arriving.
...
Sleep eludes me,
Like a shy creature hovering nearby, remaining just out of reach.
...
Sometimes there are no words.
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