• POETRY CORNER

      Flowers by Mike Duffy.

      Flowers by Mike Duffy.

      – 6/27/18

      Hosted by Kathabela Wilson

      Many of us feel overwhelmed these days, and so this sense of being a container that’s overflowing is one that I think we can all identify in our lives right now. These poems touch the depths of that feeling. Life is an overflowing cup, not just a full one, where we resort to strong metaphor, passionate repetition, and an extraordinary sensitivity to express our feelings. I asked Roary Williams, our first poet, about how his poem came to him? Read on the origins of his powerful simple statement “the horse in my heart” in the final section of our Poetry Corner.​

      ~ Kathabela​​​

      Horses (Photo - Mike Duffy).

      Horses (Photo – Mike Duffy).

      Roary Williams

      you are the
      horse in my heart
      that lies down
      on the cool earth
      on a hot summer day

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      Tess Tjibbe

      bliss of a pedestrian:
      after a long walk,
      I almost nod and then
      I move by my wings,
      leaving my feet on the bench

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      Dawn Wind by Susan Delphine Delaney.

      Dawn Wind by Susan Delphine Delaney.

      Susan Delphine Delaney

      ​I watch
      in fascination
      as the dawn wind
      spills fog
      over the fence top

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      Scott Abeles

      you ask
      as though it’s
      some kind of mystery:
      what color is paradise?
      pink pink pink pink pink pink pink

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      Wisteria petals by Mike Duffy.

      Wisteria petals by Mike Duffy.

      Mike Duffy

      no one looking–
      i catch wisteria petals
      with my tongue

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      Gerry Jacobson

      this body-mind
      really knows what to do
      knows when to rest
      and when to sink
      deep into the floor

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      When your Cup is Spilling Over (Photo - Mike Duffy).

      When your Cup is Spilling Over (Photo – Mike Duffy).

      ​Judith Pascoe​

      like ice
      brittle psycic walls
      crack
      and melt​
      in the sun’d warmth

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      Karla Decker

      crazy blooms
      basket too small
      for all these flowers

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      Roary Williams lives near the edge of the Isleta reservation in Meadow Lake, New Mexico. Musing on the origins of his poem, he says: “The two-lane that goes to my house is on the edge of a vast expanse of land, desert scrub. On that land are a herd of wild horses, about 30 of them. They stick together mostly, and wander the reservation, but mostly stay by the water pumped by a windmill. Every time I travel that two-lane I look for them. Sometimes they’re set back, sometimes right by the road, and sometimes they are just gone. I always notice whether I can see them or not. There are a couple of beautiful paints in the heard, which are my favorites…The day I wrote that poem the herd was close to the two-lane. It was the afternoon and it was hot, high 90s. While the herd stood and grazed, one of the paints was lying in the dirt trying to cool herself off. It filled me with peace and comfort. I’m going through a trying time right now, and these horses always fill me with awe, with peace. I don’t know why, but they do.”

      Tess Tjibbe was a pedestrian but her winged words have left only her shoes.

      Susan Delphine Delaney, in Plano, Texas, explains how her year spilled over, right from the start: “I wrote this one memorable New Year’s morning filled with tanka moments.”

      Scott Abeles says: “Apropos of the topic and the Grateful Dead (Too much of everything is just enough) comes this long lost poem, featuring one of my more unique L-5’s. Follow your bliss.” ​He l​ives in DC area​.

      Judith Pascoe lives in Tamborine, Queensland, Australia. She says: “Even the thickest defensive walls can be dissolved by love’s warmth and kindness.”

      Mike Duffy is a poetic and artistisadventurer. He lives in Seattle, spends time in Canada, has been traveling all day to Iceland, and he’s going to the Arctic Circle to photograph puffins.

      Poet and dancer Gerry Jacobson​ lives in Canberra, Australia. His sense of sinking deep into the floor comes from knowing the essence of dance, I think.

      Karla Decker lives in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her basket overflows with flowers.​

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      Please add your thoughts or your own new poem to our comment box below as your contribution to our Poetry Corner​.


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        • Kathabela Wilson

          Kathabela Wilson is a local poet/writer/artist and musician. Her Poets Salon has become an international respected must read in the poetry world. She's the creator and host of the Pasadena-based group, “Poets on Site.”

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      Comments

      1. Alex Nodopaka says:

        In this world
        there are
        racing horses
        and asses

        I’ll ride a good ass
        anytime
        over a limping
        horse

        lol

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