candle lights marks
open doorway
entering you
linger
whispering
snuffing the wick
melting into darkness
exiting footprints in the night snow
“lights out”
April 22, 2013 at 2:57 pm (creative writing, culture, exploring interconnectedness, life, poetry, random, Writing)
Tags: creative writing, culture, exploring interconnectedness, life, lights out, poem, poetry, random, Writing
“fate?”
April 17, 2013 at 5:39 pm (creative writing, culture, exploring interconnectedness, life, poetry, random, Writing)
Tags: "fate?", creative, culture, exploring interconnectedness, life, poem, poetry, random, Writing
****
in fog
water hangs waiting
dancing between globes
we meet
inclination not required
****
“Cheryl’s Students”
January 26, 2013 at 6:47 pm (art, creative writing, culture, education, exploring interconnectedness, history, Indigenous People, Lakota, life, Native Americans, Pine Ridge Indian reservation, poetry, random, Writing)
Tags: "Cheryl's Students", art, children, creative writing, culture, education, exploring interconnectedness, future, gift, history, hope, Lakota, life, poem, poetry, random, Roxie, supplies, Writing
Much thanks to Roxie for her very generous gift of art supplies to Cheryl Locke’s elementary class on the Pine Ridge Reservation. My poem, as promised, on topic of Roxie’s choice.
Visit Roxie’s blogcasa for many things writing/publishing related–with good humor too. Sorry, not the Good Humor Ice Cream Bars–yet. Though she may figure out how to link us up with those too soon enough! http://roxieh.wordpress.com/
“Cheryl’s Students”
we are the pasts unintended
future hopes
unexpectedly present
vitality
over years courses
we are the others
children born of desire
enduring
in spite of all
invaded isolated alienated
yet
uncrushed
scarred, scraped, scoured
singing soaring smiling
still
unvanished
persistent we learn enemy ways
thriving determined
hearing old ones wind whispering
We are Lakota!
@wojcik
Singing songs of bards long gone /// Loreena McKennitt Serves Saturday’s Sensuality
January 26, 2013 at 5:04 am (art, creative writing, culture, entertainment, exploring interconnectedness, history, life, poetry, random)
Tags: culture, Dark Night of the Soul, entertainment, highwayman, history, Lady of Shalott, life, literature, Lorenena McKennitt, love, Mummers, music, Noyes, passion, poem, poems, poetry, random, spirituality, St. John of the Cross, Stolen Child, Tennyson, video, videos, Yeats
So often in these times of vast literary ignorance it’s forgotten that “songs” and poetry move together. Today’s rock stars have nothing on the travelling bards of the past who relied on their musical talents for daily survival. Odd that many who currently evade poetry like a plague yet adore their modern musical choices. What are song lyrics but poems? Loreena McKennitt’s music often draws directly upon the rich works of dead poets. I doubt any of them, the dead poets, are complaining.
Loreena McKennitt’s renditions are nothing if not sensual sound feasts.
Loreena McKennitt:
The Highwayman
via Flyborray
poem by Alfred Noyes
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171940
The Dark Night of the Soul
via Ginevra Corvino
poem by St. John of the Cross
Poems Found in Translation
http://poemsintranslation.blogspot.com/2009/09/saint-john-of-cross-dark-night-of-soul.html
The Stolen Child
via JulioCzar6
Poem by W.B. Yeats
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Stolen_Child
The Lady of Shalott
via alantisreturning
Poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lady_of_Shalott
One more for fun.
The Mummers Dance
via JulioCzar6
More on Mummers
“wind news”
January 17, 2013 at 7:29 pm (art, creative writing, culture, environment, exploring interconnectedness, life, nature, photography, poetry, random, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: art, clouds, creative writing, culture, exploring interconnectedness, haiku, life, Minolta X 700, Nebraska, photograph, photography, poem, poetry, random, Scotts Bluff, sky, wind news, Writing
“wind news”
sniffing wind knew scent
returning relatives dance
is too late hopes not
“Ley Lines Lais”
January 10, 2013 at 6:02 am (art, creative writing, exploring interconnectedness, life, nature, poetry, random, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: art, creative writing, Earth, exploring interconnectedness, haiku, Lais, Ley Lines, love, nature, poem, poetry, random, Writing
“Ley Lines Lais”
darker down deeper
soils searching sea king sweet source
fresh fire fleet feet flee
@wojcik
“bone structure”
January 9, 2013 at 3:46 am (buddhism, creative writing, culture, exploring interconnectedness, life, poetry, random, Writing)
Tags: bone, buddhism, creative writing, culture, exploring interconnectedness, identity, life, new world, old world, poem, poetry, random, Russians, structure, Writing
“bone structure”
no coyotes here
except the one in the photograph from a magazine
it stares every time I open/close the door
a grandmother with twin girls walking along the pond spoke to me today
odd twins–different eggs–not identical
odder yet her conversing with me who ‘fits’ nowhere
except perhaps in a complex sentence
and next to you
long day
not satisfied with it
the day that is
I could go to Shakespeare in the park
but I do not
I could go to the malls
but I never do
I could shop
I do not unless something is needed–nothing is needed
there is no wind blowing hard making my shawl fly
stars were clear at 4 am this morning
rain is supposed to come for four days
I can not find Waterlily
a bike ride would be nice– to ride around the lake
an old bike
a bike without gears or handbrakes
just a simple affair with two wheels and pedals, a seat
a horse might be better
coyotes calling
turtles in the roads
you talking in the darkness
the little piece is finished with its cloud birds and mountains, red hand stretching reaching
am viewed askance when I drop off small watercolors and elsewhere film
is it the mauve dress?
my ‘free’ in the day being?
or just ‘me’ as usual not looking quite like whatever it is they expect me to look like
I don’t care, never have
their stuff that
not mine
but I do notice
have to–self-defence
yet I know from how the young Russians came straight to me at the bus stop outside the airport in DC
was aware of them searching the waiting line for someone who might take them in hand, somehow, confirm their counting of bus fare bills, assure them the bus was right
I saw it in his and her faces as they looked at mine
bone structure old european enough to draw them like moths
the power of dna
confirmed their hopes, counted bills
on the way we spoke of Akhmatova, Pushkin, Bulgakov and how to not flash open wallets in public, keeping the shoulder purse closed,
enough to attract the interest of others
older black gentleman who silently offered four fives for their twenty
young Blake who knew the metro route and later kindly escorted them on red when I went blue
forty minutes, two young Russians, one older and one young African-American man, and me
all converging in the back of a bus to the metro station
–why–
my face was old world and they found it in the new
@wojcik
Running Wild: The Life of Dayton O. Hyde and the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary.
January 5, 2013 at 8:08 pm (art, creative writing, culture, environment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, history, Independent film, life, movies, music, nature, photography, poetry, random, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: Black Hills, Black HIlls Wild Horse Sanctuary, competition, cowboy, Dayton O. Hyde, documentary, Don Juan, entertainment, environment, exploring interconnectedness, festival, film, Full Motion Pictures, horses, Hyde, Independent film, music, mustangs, Park City, poem, poet, Poet on the Prairie, poetry, random, Running Wild, Sanctuary, Slamdance, South Dakota, Utah, video, wild, writer, Writing
Sometimes the book of faces is just perfect for exploring interconnectedness–especially when it brings all sorts of interesting people and places right to your news feed no hunting required. Beautiful images of horses being horses at the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary in South Dakota caught my attention a while back. Today they brought my attention to the film Running Wild: the Life of Dayton O. Hyde which is showing at the Slamdance Film Festival in Park City, Utah January 18-24, 2013. Apparently there’s more going in Utah than Peaceful Uprisings. Film site : http://www.runningwildfilm.com/
Slamdance website: http://www.slamdance.com/ Information on film festival and writing competition via the link. Slamdance is also on Facebook.
Running Wild: The Life of Dayton O. Hyde runs at Slamdance Jan. 19 & 22, 2013
Full Motion Pictures Presents “Poet on the Prairie” which provides more than a film teaser length look at the content of Running Wild. For more Full Motion Pictures: http://www.youtube.com/user/FullMotionPictures
Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary: http://www.wildmustangs.com/ Discover information and wonderful photographs of horses on their Facebook page.
Dayton O. Hyde: http://www.daytonohyde.com/
Wild Horse Channel on the tubes of you: http://www.youtube.com/WildHorsesChannel . Get some music with mustangs –view more of Josefina, Nina and Gabriella enjoying life. Here’s Don Juan’s dancing to catch your fancy:
Here’s my favorite horse poem so far. Please share your favorite horse poems, photographs, videos and/or films via the comments.
devotees
slowly he disappears among the penned ponies
knowing and yet wishing not
the tents, uniforms, guns
wary of even his own now
aware their life fabric has been brutally sliced
soft mouths nuzzle his hands
he inhales ever reliable horse scents
cares not for calico, coffee or coins
long tails twitch and flick as he moves among them
keen to his warrior man smell
as willing to push their all beyond the limits
as he
wind racing
foreign tongue streams nearby
ripping good hearts into rancid meat
furthest away surrounded by hooves, manes, hot breath
blows against his neck
stars safe above
spring grass under feet
he drinks their peace
they eat his pain
whispering
we are one
crazy horse
@wojcik
“transient” plus a touch of real Joan Osborne~ on the side for good measure
January 2, 2013 at 5:37 am (creative writing, culture, entertainment, exploring interconnectedness, life, music, poetry, random, Writing)
Tags: "transient", creative writing, culture, entertainment, exploring interconnectedness, Fingerprints, Joan Osborne, life, loss, love, music, people, poem, poetry, pubic transportation, random, strangers, video, Writing
“transient”
catching number ten humboldt
eleven years riding
day begins at 6:17 am northbound
dies
then live again at 5:15 pm southbound
weekend hells
mondays through fridays swell
smiles on tuesdays
wednesdays wedging between masses
seats sharing thursdays
fretful friday exits
monday morning winks again
silent moves all around
until there’s one less in the bus crush
one tick tocker detoured
without a word
what did you expect
just transit affair
@wojcik
Now for Joan Osborne as the voice was meant to be….
om mani padme hum jewel in the lotus wahupa qi prana universal life energy
