Dear Yesterday,
You begged to talk with me
but I am too busy with Today —
maybe we can catch up later —
if Tomorrow doesn’t treat me well
I will call to cry on your shoulder.
Dear Yesterday,
You begged to talk with me
but I am too busy with Today —
maybe we can catch up later —
if Tomorrow doesn’t treat me well
I will call to cry on your shoulder.
Red is passion-lit, pink is lipsensual, orange is flowerageous, yellow is suntastic, green is lifebursting, blue is skyful, purple is berrydancing,
Why does cold weather refresh old griefs?
More quiet for reflection?
Longer nights to lie awake?
Like citrus, grief is a winter fruit.
Sometimes life gives honey
and other times, stings;
Sometimes we need roots—
and other times, wings.
when I fall into old age
let it be not a drunkenly
face-first tumble but rather
an autumn leaf gracefully
drifting from the tree —
or if we ascend into our
older years please let me
soar and not be flung
a shrug, a hug
touchdown, letdown
waving, curling, sprouting
disco, vogue; praise, prayer
bird-pecked, green-specked
skeletonized, or multiplied
flower and fruity fingered
flipped, frail, or fallen off
perfected, nested, crested
we feel poetry and art
in the sensitive veins
that run through soul and
carry not blood but spirit
Breathe in so much gratitude that there’s no room for fear.
If you have not a bird inside you,
You have no reason to sing.
But if a pent bird chide you,
A beak and a bleeding wing,
Then you have reason to sing.
If merely you are clever
With thoughts and rhymes and words,
Then always your poems sever
The veins of our singing-birds,
With blades of glinting words.
Yet if a Song, without ending,
Inside you choke for breath,
And a beak, devouring, rending,
Tear through your lungs for breath,
Sing—or you bleed to death.
—Louis Golding (1895–1958), “The Prisoner,” Sorrow of War, 1919
In Phoenix, Jack Frost doesn’t nip — he just tickles.
To burn one book is to burn the entire library.
good health, yes, is partly genes
really though it’s more about greens
and other types of healthful things
learn from leaves
green is go —
yellow & red
slow down, stop
take time to rest