Like Words Together Reflections from the deep end of Practice.

8Jul/140

Magnolia Haiku

Magnolia Scent.
Heady perfume on warm breeze.
A cicada sings.

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13Mar/140

Fog Days

Warming up for April, National Poetry Month, and my annual attempt to post 30 poems in 30 days.

Fog Days

There are the days
When a grey fog
Rolls in to
Obscure the
Green hills.
On other days
The dense,
Heavy damp
Rolls in and
Over me and
I am chilled
Throughout.

The hills and I
Wait those
Long hours for
Either strong wind
Or warm sun to
Turn the cold,
Obscurity into
Wisps that
Melt away
Into clarity.

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23Jan/140

Winter Wind

Exposed - November 17, 2013 - Portland, Oregon

 

Outside wind howling.
Chimes sound a cacophony.
My heart is heavy.

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19Aug/130

August Stroll

CK is in Toronto this week for a team meeting. It feels like she barely returned from Hong Kong.

As the weather warmed in our new neighborhood CK finally found a Good Walk. Suitable for both dogs and humans wanting a good bit of exercise. We've been trying to walk together with the dogs as many evenings as possible. Trying to wedge some time in the Busyness to get some time together, a bonus because it is doing something for our good health together.

When she's away I try to keep up the walks for the dogs and I. Tonight we even spied a dead bird along the way. I had to laugh at this find making me think of CK, but we're definitely the type to be curious about such a thing. Were she here tonight we could have taken turns holding the dogs at bay while the other got a closer look. Having a supportive partner makes all the difference in life.

I wanted to share this walk for my Love, who I am hoping is well asleep. A poem for a late evening in mid-August is the result of that desire to share.

August Evening Walk

We walk to the park.
Really, the dogs
Walk me.
Pulling toward the
Steep hill
Covered in grass.

We arrive at the
Time when the
Last orange of
Sunset fades
To the pale
Blue-grey of
Twilight.
When the sparrows
Give over the
Hunt to the bats
And the frogs
Begin their songs.

We rise,
Cross,
Descend.

As we return it
is I who cajoles the
Dogs along toward home.
Pausing here and there
To watch them press
Warm bellies
Against cool grass.

14May/131

Iris Miracles

Native Irises - May 13, 2013 - Wilsonville, OR

 

Spring brings irises.
Each rising from the water.
Golden miracles.

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30Apr/130

Fish Watching

Swirls of Pollen - April 29, 2013 - Portland, OR

 

Heron still, watching.
Hoping to glimpse hiding fish.
Pollen swirls, ripples.

30Apr/130

Spring Colors

Rusty Heron - April 29, 2013 - Portland, OR

Spring comes in with
Small bursts of color.
Snowdrops give way
To crocus, which greet
The sweetness of the daphne.
Days grow longer,
Warmer and soon
The world is bursting
In colors from the camellias,
The blaze of azalea, and bright
Torches of rhododendron.
Not to be out done, the
Leaves put on new, bright
Green and ferns uncoil
From the moist earth.

28Apr/130

Frog Return

Frog Swimming - April 26, 2013 - Wilsonville, OR

With a plop
I turn to see
A frog surface,
Then glide.

All around the
Shallows there
Are great numbers
Of tiny fish
And tadpoles,
Frogs-to-be,
Rushing from my
Great shadow.

Other poets have
Described it better,
Yet still, that "plop"
Of a the frog surfacing,
Inspired poets anew
Each spring.

**Here's Bashō's haiku about ponds and frogs, as translated by Alan Watts:

The old pond,
A frog jumps in:
Plop!

27Apr/130

Along the Way

Advice I - April 14, 2013 - Portland, OR

Here we find one another.

Still breathing in
And laughter still
Rising to the surface.

Yes, there remain
Sharp, narrow places
Between many of
The breaths.
(most of the breaths)
Exhalations expressing
Out in sighs.

There is also the
Sense of having
Arrived.
Not where, exactly.
Just the feeling
Of having made
It through.

Reminded
That the Buddha
Assures us
There is a way,
But reminds that
The going can
Be hard.

26Apr/130

Sakura Clouds

Sakura Clouds - April 25, 2013 - Wilsonville, OR

 

Clouds of sakura.
Delicate petals drifting.
Softest, sweetest snow.