Storm Lightning, Charleston SC

  One of mine from thirty years back:   Storm Lightning, Charleston   Juice rises in straw like bad wires, current flash from nave to buttress, unseemly, followed by whacking thunder. Harpy’s hammer against garbage galvanized, an old man in the alley on New Year’s eve, smashing his kitchen pot, his household hammer.   Death

Night Journey

Here’s a poem by Theodore Roethke: Night Journey   Now as the train bears west, Its rhythm rocks the earth, And from my Pullman berth I stare into the night While others take their rest. Bridges of iron lace, A suddenness of trees, A lap of mountain mist All cross my line of sight, Then

The Guest is Inside

I am out of town and haven’t had wifi on my laptop until today.  Today’s prompt made me think of this poem by Kabir: The Guest is Inside   The guest is inside you and also inside me; you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed. We are all struggling; none of us has

Two Cartoons for Today

  and this:   <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/autonomy/”>Autonomy</a&gt;

Peace comes dropping slow

Here is my favorite island poem,  by the Irish poet William Butler Yeats:   Lake Isle of Innisfree       by William Butler Yeats   I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

Tending the Fire

This prompt reminded me of a poem I wrote about  12 years ago:   Tending the Fire Still I am in the hands of the unknown God; he is breaking me down to his new oblivion…                                                                                                             D.H.Lawrence   Don’t you love a good fire? About every ten minutes, add a small log. Keep feeding

It will sigh with pleasure

I wrote this poem about twenty years ago, but it is also true of my present relationship with my present garden!   Rules for Action in the Garden   Sidle up to the garden and speak to it. Applaud the crocuses. Kiss the rose. Push the tulips. Pray about the old blueberry bush: oh garden