poemes running like water through streets
carrying sacred lights
pooling into steadily swirling reservoirs
awaiting brown-red leaf boats
navigating windwise through days and nights
crossing once, then again, into infinity
throwing kisses like confetti against baring currents
poema falling ragged breathed far beyond red ribbons
signaling past forgotten exhaustion
south to north
east to west
round and round the spheres flow
constantly rotating even when all seems
at a spacious standstill of celestial celebration
moon rising under the sun
tipping, slipping up and over
until blissful dissolution into essential energies
without barriers of skin, muscle, bone or brain
teasing mingling touching joys
if only poems were as easy to brew as coffee
beans plus water plus heat equals black tides
everyone would mix them up for breakfast
with the stuff of their nights’ notions
posting a new batch every morning
bulletin boards of fresh poems every day
lining entryways to every cafe, subway, work~way
occupied with such creating
homo sapiens might evolve beyond hating
(Yi-Ching’s ‘happiness’ http://ylphoto.wordpress.com/2009/06/22/happiness/)
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om mani padme hum jewel in the lotus wahupa qi prana universal life energy
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obendus said,
December 26, 2009 at 2:20 am
“spacious standstill of celestial celebration”
That is so magnificent!
I ‘have’ felt that before, but haven’t come close to
putting it to the pen.
47whitebuffalo said,
December 27, 2009 at 10:06 pm
Ah, Obendus, it is a treat to have ‘felt’ such, isn’t it? Penned or not–it’s the feeling that we relish. Welcome to mi casa!
mariana said,
September 2, 2009 at 12:33 am
Very good text, relly good. I was thinking that is like a collage which mixes different papers, crayons, fabrics and even buttons on it. But this is the text version analogy.
Congrats for it
47whitebuffalo said,
December 27, 2009 at 10:06 pm
Oh Mariana, thank you for your kind sentiments.
lifewithoutinstructions said,
September 1, 2009 at 4:09 am
Hi Eva ! Thanks for advice on avatar did as advised hopefully i will work.
severnyproductions said,
September 1, 2009 at 4:05 am
and slumdog millionaire, 11 out of 1o
47whitebuffalo said,
September 1, 2009 at 2:25 pm
whoa! I take it you enjoyed those train rides & raids and all the rest. grins–great stuff is slumdog.
severnyproductions said,
September 1, 2009 at 12:58 am
your recipe should have reached you by now. check your email
47whitebuffalo said,
September 1, 2009 at 2:24 pm
receipe! Ha! shall give that attachment another flip and dip…LOL. hi, c your e- mail
lifewithoutinstructions said,
August 31, 2009 at 12:27 pm
my fave line is also throwing kisses………………….love the flow and sound of those words
47whitebuffalo said,
August 31, 2009 at 1:40 pm
Hello ‘lifewithoutinstructions’–well, with those neverending railroad tracks one would have to throw one’s kisses a great deal I suspect. LOL. Thanks for commenting–hey, are you aware that your avatar isn’t ‘active’ for returning visits? waves for now~~
Uncle Tree said,
August 31, 2009 at 10:55 am
Have I really been away that long?
Look at all the new work you’ve put up…whoa!
Good for you. I’ll have to come back to check ’em all out.
I like the way you’ve animated the written word here.
Spreading poems all around like a Johnny Appleseed.
Fluttering as they fly around, saying “Read me! Read me!”
It’s really cute, and each of us is left with our own
visualizations until the end, and then we all see alike.
I’ll be back to catch up with the rest of your newest.
P.S. I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but
there are a couple of spelling errors. That almost
always sets my thoughts into spinning somewhere else,
and I lose the focus for a few seconds. Easily fixed. Hugz!
47whitebuffalo said,
August 31, 2009 at 1:32 pm
LOL, hello Uncle Tree, I tend to finger fly when typing and I’ve never been a red inker –and I have to read ‘backwards’ to catch spelling so it’s always a ‘fun’ time catching certain errors (depending on which you’re referencing–some are deliberate) Hope you enjoy whenver you visit–spinning is good sometimes. grins
tallison65 said,
August 31, 2009 at 4:13 am
“if only poems were as easy to brew as coffee
beans plus water plus heat equals black tides
everyone would mix them up for breakfast
with the stuff of their nights’ notions
posting a new batch every morning
bulletin boards of fresh poems every day
lining entryways to every cafe, subway, work~way
occupied with such creating
homo sapiens might evolve beyond hating”
So very well said!!!! I lurk often and thought it time to let you kow I have been here enjoying every word!
47whitebuffalo said,
August 31, 2009 at 1:29 pm
LOL. Nice of you to come out of the lurking shadows and comment. Glad you’ve been enjoying my simple wares. merci.
y said,
August 31, 2009 at 2:03 am
wow! i absolutely love the feeling of this, and i loved, “throwing kisses like confetti…” – how wonderful it sounds and looks, the way the words roll around in my mouth…beautiful!! the attached image doesn’t compare to this swirling deliciousness! thank you!!
47whitebuffalo said,
August 31, 2009 at 2:36 am
oo I like the way you ‘read’, Y. Yes, I do. merci
severnyproductions said,
August 30, 2009 at 11:36 pm
hello, i’m drinking black tides right now. in my nght. lol. you have been busy with your own creatve energy flow. wonderful
47whitebuffalo said,
August 31, 2009 at 12:25 am
Hola Kokot. black tides indeed–yeah, a little black brew might be due. When the flow comes, it comes, doesn’t it? grins. Hope you enjoyed the otto invasion as much as I did. Such silly fun!
ottobiography said,
August 30, 2009 at 7:13 pm
there needs to be more poems about coffee out there. like the part about “beans plus water plus heat equals black tides” unexpected, flows nicely – just like coffee
47whitebuffalo said,
August 30, 2009 at 9:35 pm
Otto, we are in absolute, perfect harmony. Now ain’t that something strange and full of wonder? Quite ‘lovely’. grins
Sara Fryd said,
August 30, 2009 at 6:33 pm
A smoothie of kisses and currents for breakfast and then directed to Sidamo, my favorite thing besides comforters, dogs, and sweaters. Eva what a beautiful blog in shades of spring and summer lemon mixed with lime. Great to meet you. I have read the story of the white buffalo. Wonderful story. My first teaching job was on the Colorado Indian Reservation in Parker, AZ.
47whitebuffalo said,
August 30, 2009 at 9:40 pm
Smoothie Sara! What yum yums. You have very soothing blue tones in your casa de poemas. It’s so good to roam and meet new folks. Ah, so you’ve spent time teaching in ‘another world’. Hope it agreed with you.
Nice of you to come and leave calling card while I was out. grins
Jamie Spencer said,
August 30, 2009 at 5:25 pm
Very well composed. Interesting mix of verse.
you might like my stuff http://jamiespencer.wordpress.com
47whitebuffalo said,
August 30, 2009 at 9:45 pm
Ha, I knew it…Hi Jamie, we shall attempt to ‘reply’ yet again!
Have learned that you enjoy motorcycle road trips–at least poetically–among other things.
If you like, leave a small poem or haiku on “do you do haiku” or over at Strange Brew in the Poet’s Den—which is open to anyone so inclined. It’s still under creative construction but it’s coming along. Hope the road trip was worth your while. grins.
Koba said,
August 30, 2009 at 5:06 pm
Reading this poem I held my breathing. Using words or using colors you paint so wide spaces.
47whitebuffalo said,
August 30, 2009 at 6:08 pm
Koba! One should breath deeply in wide open places. grins
lesliepaints said,
August 30, 2009 at 4:35 pm
47, I love this “throwing kisses like confetti against baring currents” and “tipping,slipping up and over”. This is what I meant when I said to you I find a poem I like and it stays with me for days and weeks. This one is special. Thanks for sharing.
47whitebuffalo said,
August 30, 2009 at 4:51 pm
Hi Leslie Paints. glad you enjoy this poem. Oh and if you have a painting that suits any part of it, please share too. okay?
O, and regarding your words at your casa about using 140 lb paper–I find that interesting as I use mainly cold press rough grain.
lesliepaints said,
August 30, 2009 at 6:00 pm
You know what? My thoughts about this poem is that it paints it’s own picture that is different for each of us……This needs no image other than what you’ve created. It is phenomenal and should be itself.
As far as the paper, yes, cold pressed and rough are very forgiving compared to hot pressed paper. The bird was painted on hot press.
47whitebuffalo said,
August 30, 2009 at 6:07 pm
Hi Leslie. Yes, i gathered that you’d used hot press. You are adventuresome.
Indeed the poem is strong enough with images. I’m on a bit of ‘mixing’ tear. LOL. Perhaps I ought to be ‘cooking’ soup where I can toss EVERYTHING in the pot! LOL.