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love is a place

I was reflecting about all those I care about as I drove home tonight and then saw this poem – it fit the mood. This is a famous poem but can be hard to read…the key is to read it slowly and perhaps a couple of times to get the depth of it.

love is a place

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

ee cummings

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Concert in the Park (a Haibun)

“Do I order the chicken with the menu or just go to the front,” I asked the young girl behind the counter. She had no makeup, no smile, no speed in reply. Finally I got the gesture to go to the casheir to get my food. It required me to walk back a couple of asiles to get to the back of the line.

Three chicken pieces

Three potatoe slices for dollar

Barbeque sauce please

The smell made me hungry but I was resolved to wait till I got to the park. Hitching the fold up chair over one shoulder, I flip-flopped my way around the next block to the cool grass, hot music, and smooth conversation.

Dancers jerk, sway, swoon

Couples unashamed, such fun

I felt so alone.

Amazing how many people come out to these things. I only recognized one person but having only been here a few months, that wasn’t suprising. I wished I did recognize more… I tried to find someone from the church I might know.

As the light got low, I settled down and got into the rythym. Maybe it was the food. Maybe I got tired of feeling sorry for myself. Maybe it was the cooler night air. It didn’t matter.

Pack it, Walk it home

Move to the music of the heart

The sounds of the night, silent.

brotherly love


brotherly love
Originally uploaded by rehuxley.

Warning Last Mile


Warning Last Mile
Originally uploaded by rehuxley.

Heaven (a Cinguain)

Heaven

Mere edge of reality

The golden leaf, wind, smile,

Who, what, where, when, why, how is it

Here now

My Evening Alone (Catalog Poem – sort of)

Train whistle

Ground rumbles

The TV talks with a hiss

Little green eye on the speaker stares

The evening cold moves on my ankles

Water needs to be shut off

Fingers of the wind plays the chimes in the yard

The traffic roar never ends

Silence screams louder than them all!

So Dark – Cinquain

So Dark – Cinquain

So dark

low flying clouds

surprised me this morning

be with me here, comforting touch

beloved