Seneca Rocks (new poem by Polly Castor)
…convoluted matrix
of time, place,
fickle appearances.
and ephemeral light,
all converging to seem
so regal– monolithic and
impossibly out of reach…
Poetry by me
Church in the Garden (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Butterfly wings arch
like cathedral windows
basking in the sun,
their yellow stained glass
Honoring the Unseen (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Recently a friend
complimented a woman
on her gorgeous sari
and was shown
the intricate stitching
on the inside where
it would never be seen
as well as the detailed
filigree on the backs
of her stunning earrings
that no one would ever notice.
It’s Green out There (New Poem by me with Photos)
The lush, dappled day
engulfs me, effulgently
as stray, stippled sunlight
penetrates in spotty brushstrokes,
and tender leaves clap their hands
exhilarated by such hydration.
Agony (New Good Friday Poem by Polly Castor)
Forgiveness is always justified, even today when it looks so very dark and glowering…
The Winning Team (a new poem by Polly Castor)
I’m in the end zone rooting for the winning team.
I encourage and beckon those on the field
Little Separate Things (a new poem by Polly Castor)
Snow gently fluttering
down, a feathery white
monochromatic veil, flickering
over everything, hushing…
Replicas (a New Poem by me)
Watching a class sketch
Roman sculptures at the museum
has gotten me thinking.
New Poem: Dance of the Tide
…flashing white petticoat flounces
flirting with the stalwart ebony rock face…
Thanksgiving Links 2016
Here are live links to past Thanksgiving features on this blog as well as those to Christian Science Thanksgiving services.
New Poem: Northeast Harbor Marina
Such static power chomps at the bit restless to fly free but meanwhile, moored on a glassy calm…
New Poem: Being the Mother of Adult Children
I think now what I would want my kids to do in my situation, and then go and try to earnestly do that myself. It is so much better for everyone than me thinking what I would have them do if I was them.
New Poem: Plant yourself in Christ
Be green and supple, fresh and growing, for heaven is like a watered garden.
New Poem by Me: Summer Solstice
…just the longest day to fill with the sweetest, healthiest liberty…
New Poem: Obedience is a Good Thing
Then we can find what bliss really is and finally be at liberty to be our best…
New Poem by Me: The Futility of Self-Reliance
We are like the Israelites
overburdened by their
Egyptian taskmasters
and eager to escape
for the Promised Land.