October 24, 2018 – 11:11 pm
Writing in the Dark It’s not difficult. Anyway, it’s necessary. Wait till morning, and you’ll forget. And who knows if morning will come. Fumble for the light, And you’ll be Stark awake, but the vision Will be fading, slipping Out of reach. You must have paper at hand, A felt-tip pen, ballpoints don’t always flow, […]
Share this post on your social networks!
Mid-March. The wild geese are back in the field in front of our house. They remind me of something I wrote back in November when they were heading the other way! Here it is: This morning a flock of more than 150 wild geese flew overhead, the cacophony of their calls a perfected music. And […]
Share this post on your social networks!
A merganser is clucking in front of me in a little bay near our cabin on Cortes Island, B.C. I call it clucking but it sounds also like little honks. So much my ear and mouth cannot translate. Oh! This untranslatable world. Even a wing. A prayer. These mysteries that take flight- impossible the realities […]
Share this post on your social networks!
Overhead The sun is a slow gong in a brass bowl, the moon also rings her bell against the indigo steel of the night sky. By painting, Emily Carr decoded heaven as a coastline vast bays of ripped blue and Vincent drew his circles tighter than the tattered orbits of his own life. Art like […]
Share this post on your social networks!
By Richard Osler
|
Posted in Poetry
|
Also tagged Edward Hirsch, Greg Wolfe, How To Read a PoemSpirituual Poetry, Image Journal, Kasim Ali, Luci Shaw, Of Being, Overhead, Stanley Kunitz, Stephen Dunn, The Denise Levertov Award, Walking Light, Wild Braid
|
