reprieve

Here’s a poem by Eunice de Souza:   Reprieve This poem is for you. It’s a reprieve. It says nothing in your little black heart can frighten me, I’ve looked too long into my own. Thank you for the gift of your uncertainties. © 1988, Eunice de Souza From: Women in Dutch Painting Publisher: XAL-PRAXIS, Mumbai,

Impression du Matin

painting   “Thames Embankment”  by Edward Seago   Here’s a poem by Oscar Wilde: Impression du Matin   The Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold The yellow fog came creeping down The bridges, till the houses’ walls

Adrift on the Lake

  Here’s a poem by Wang Wei Adrift on the Lake Poetry by Wang Wei Autumn sky illuminates itself all empty distances away toward far human realms, cranes off horizons of sand tracing its clarity into mountains beyond clouds. Crystalline waters quiet settling night. Moonlight leaving idleness everywhere ablaze, I trust myself to this lone

Radical Hospitality

painting:  Frederick George Cottman – One of the Family Here’s a poem by Rumi: Radical Hospitality   This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of

final notations

  Here’s a poem by Adrienne Rich: FINAL NOTATIONS. it will not be simple, it will not be long it will take little time, it will take all your thought   it will take all your heart, it will take all your breath it will be short, it will not be simple   it will

the garden maze has no exit

Here is a poem by Doyen Lingua:   Garden Maze Pathways unrecognized send me in circles. A thousand ponds, bridges, and trees identical. The baroque fractals of emerald hue; wandering gnomes that stare with eyes of death follow my movements without moving. What magic, this? That I am lost in myself alone, and still so

It is pink, with speckles

  Here’s a poem by Sylvia Plath:   Mirror I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. What ever you see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful— The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the

Bitter Lemons

painting by Rachel Mould   Here’s a poem by Lawrence Durrell:   Bitter Lemons by Lawrence Durrell In an island of bitter lemons Where the moon’s cool fevers burn From the dark globes of the fruit, And the dry grass underfoot Tortures memory and revises Habits half a lifetime dead Better leave the rest unsaid,

Exposed on the cliffs of the heart

painting by Christian Schloe:  Portrait of a Heart Here’s a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke:   Exposed on the Cliffs of the Heart Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Look, how tiny down there, look: the last village of words and, higher, (but how tiny) still one last farmhouse of feeling. Can you see

I can see him better

Hummingbird Girl     painting by Rick Beerhurst   Here’s a poem I wrote about twenty years ago:   Nearsighted     Although the eye doctor’s chart melted sadly into the wall , I can see this minute before me, like a snowbird in the feeder eighteen inches from my face. We stare at each other through