15 October 2019

Eating Color




Retirement means time to rest, heal and
enter the sensations surrounding me.
On rebound from technology, I draw
prayers and make meals in living color.

Today, I prayed for Chloe—a friend’s sick cat—
with grey, pink, brown, blue and golden pencils.
Thirty minutes of prayer sketched Chloe purring
in golden light, enjoying a lap-time cuddle—  

and left me hungry for late harvest foods:
plum tomato red and Romaine lettuce
green, hot radish and sharp red onions,
blue cheese, black olives and golden apples.

Thirty minutes from refrigerator
and chopping board to bowl created
a feast to eat while Finding Your Roots played
on TV.  Dessert is film and popcorn.

I am eating color while surrounded
by flickering images, high golden light
and low shadows, shelved books, sketch books, black cats,
paintings  and clothes.  Home heals me with color.
  ✏
For my prompt

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Food We Eat

 

Praying in Color
Detail of a prayer 
 (I ate the salad before photographing it.) 


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12 October 2019

Take the Long Tour

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Robert Stockton, City Lights, NGA 144203



Imagine a person as a city 
that might be surrounded, or, better, as
the lands beyond its suburbs with a heart
so urban it belies the bucolic skin.

Imagine this lover as versatile
as the entire landscape, so layered that 
it would take at least decades to embrace.
Do not then rush the greetings and departures--

but take the long tour for a chance of wild
rides in unfamiliar territory. 



which asks for a response to Rupi Kaur's poems.

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09 October 2019

Everyday Prayer

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Young Woman Contemplating by Karin Jonzen





Waking and getting out of bed
With knee lifts and clam shells
However we get out of bed
Day in and day out

Setting up and taking down chairs
Washing dishes
Shopping  Cooking  Sweeping
Washing dishes again

Backing out of driveways
Joining the commute to work
In daylight, in dawn, in dark
Watching the sun rise

Pausing to take photos
Stepping off roads onto paths
Aching in feet, knees and calves
But walking to hear the song

Taking in air, picking up pens
Paper  Notebooks  Cellphones
Books   Leafs   Trash
Washing our hands


For Sumana's Prompt 



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02 October 2019

An Avalanche of Truth

Source*





My homework isn’t done.  By me or anyone.
(No passive voice.  Please add the agent(s) of action.)

(Unless, of course) we are in a leaderless crowd
setting out to complete simple tasks forbidden
by unjust powers, tasks whose only violence
is that they are disobedient to orders.

And still, when we finally stand to say “Enough!”
we push against forces that seem set in hard stone.

But we are stones against mere concrete walls.  We move
with slow landslides, avalanches at work, and we
may be murdered.  By whom?  By those who work
for those who wish to profit as we people pay.

How helpful to speak in passive voice, or to move “I”
into “we” in order to build the avalanche.

I am doing my homework, researching how to
reverse forces eroding my home planet.  How
to join in the exposure of hidden power,
how to join in forces that build rather than destroy.

We home-work together, clear that the work is just,
and just beginning, a creation in progress.


(in honor of Gandhi's birthday)


*From Spiritual Directors International,"What do Greta Thunberg, Leo Tolstoy,
Gandhi and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. have in common?"
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