Tag Archives: Poetry

Fallen In Love With Solid Ground

Monday Lighthearted Poetry Blogging


Always Marry An April Girl

~ Ogden Nash

Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true –
I love April, I love you.

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What’s Your Favorite?

April is National Poetry Month. Post your favorite in comments!

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Poem by David Whyte

The Unity of this Spring & Winter, Manifest in the Equinox


Look at Love

~ Jelaluddin Rumi

Look at love
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love
Look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
Why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
Pay attention to how things blend
Why talk about all
the known and the unknown
See how the unknown merges into the known
Why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last
Look at your heart and tongue
One feels but deaf and dumb
The other speaks in words and signs
Look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once
The wolf and the lamb
The lion and the deer
far away yet together
Look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox
You too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me
Be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
Don’t get mixed up with bitter words
My beloved grows right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be?

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We Are the Little Folk We

Today at Sacred Space, I attended two spectacular sessions on Appalachian root work, one by Orion Foxwood and one by Byron Ballard. Both of them discussed this kind of folk magic as the magic of the poor, the powerless, the oppressed and as a way those people could deal with the powerful. In their honor, here’s one of my favorite Richard Kipling poems, put to music.

Thursday Night Poetry Blogging


Springtime in the Rockies, Lichen

~ Lew Welch

All these years I overlooked them in the
racket of the rest, this
symbiotic splash of plant and fungus feeding
on rock, on sun, a little moisture, air —
tiny acid-factories dissolving
salt from living rocks and
eating them.
Here they are, blooming!
Trail rock, talus and scree, all dusted with it:
rust, ivory, brilliant yellow-green, and
cliffs like murals!
Huge panels streaked and patched, quietly
with shooting-stars and lupine at the base.
Closer, with the glass, a city of cups!
Clumps of mushrooms and where do the
plants begin? Why are they doing this?
In this big sky and all around me peaks &
the melting glaciers, why am I made to
kneel and peer at Tiny?
These are the stamps of the final envelope.
How can the poisons reach them?
In such thin air, how can they care for the
loss of a million breaths?
What, possibly, could make their ground more bare?
Let it all die.
The hushed globe will wait and wait for
what is now so small and slow to
open it again.
As now, indeed, it opens it again, this
scentless velvet,
this Lichen!

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Whatever Isn’t Necessary Should Not Be in the Poem

Here’s Mary Oliver, sounding quite a bit like Richard Louv:

I love her discussion of picking a flower for Shiva.

A Poem About Love

Friday Poetry Pilgrim Privilege Blogging



~ David Whyte

Admit that once you have got up
from your chair and opened the door,
once you have walked out into the clean air
toward that edge and taken the path up high
beyond the ordinary, you have become
the privileged and the pilgrim,
the one who will tell the story
and the one, coming back
from the mountain,
who helped to make it.

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