“the grass, in its millions…”…my poem

“the grass, in its millions…”…my poem

hark to the wind…

 

 

grass, singing

 

When you walk the fields,

you scuff the sopranos,

you tramp on the tenors,

you crush the chorus,

the grass, in its millions,

is singing its tiniest of songs.

 

If you stop to think on

   what the field may know,

if you hark to the wind

   but listen beneath it,

if you wait for

   the coda

      of the melody of the turf,

you may hear

   scant words

      and the lightest notes

         and the endless tunes

            of the sward.

 

March 4, 2025

Inspired by “Between Winter and Spring” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer:

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A quote from General Custer

Hint: something to do with Indians…

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Victory…Joseph Conrad is good…book review

Victory…Joseph Conrad is good…book review

these characters are yearning, yearning…

 

 

Book review:

Victory

 

by Joseph Conrad (1857-1924)

New York: Doubleday, Doran & Company, Inc., 1928

412 pages

 

It may be that it is enough to say about Victory that it is lush prose that wraps around your mind and leaves you sated at the end of every chapter.

Conrad’s style, I dare to say, is not for every modern taste. It is dialogue-rich. The action is spare. For me, the essential appeal of Victory is the reflective context of the characters’ state of mind: their imaginations, their aspirations, their candid self-assessments.

In Victory, there is enough honesty, enough resignation, enough disappointment, enough yearning to make you feel like you want to claim that your life is good.

At least, good enough.

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“in passing”…the common good, my poem

“in passing”…the common good, my poem

we can pass it forward…

 

 

in passing

 

Sometimes solitude

   doesn’t embrace gratitude,

solitude has meaning and value,

but I am energized by “we,”

and I linger among the smiles

   and do not hurry on

      to the silence of myself…

 

…hear this, I trust my smile for others,

we can pass it forward

   and never lose a mote of kindness,

we can meet the greetings

   of the meek and the mighty,

and we can cast the seed

   of the common good.

 

I think that I may think

   on this again.

 

February 26, 2025

Inspired by “Gratitude” as valued by DeSales University, Center Valley, PA

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“again is a potent word”…my poem

sweet success

 

 

redux

 

It’s okay to do it again,

we finally start to learn

   that “again” is a potent word,

an invitation, a command,

a goal, a triumph,

a reminder

   that we don’t always get it right,

 

and the do-over

   can be salvation

      and sweet success

         and atonement,

another chance to share a smile,

another round of thank-yous,

the best “I love you”

   ever whispered.

 

March 1, 2025

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Book review: An Empire on the Edge

by Nick Bunker

The British wanted to win

       the Revolutionary War,

    but they had good reasons

        for not trying too hard…

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hearing what we want to hear…my poem

hearing what we want to hear…my poem

you hear what you hear…

 

 

andante, redux

 

Maybe we hear the music

   we want to hear,

maybe each ear

   hears its own sound,

maybe Beethoven

   really didn’t have a problem,

maybe music really is

   a many-splendored thing,

maybe the cranky tunes

   I hear now in this empty lounge

      are sweeter music

         to the madame

            who intently pushes the keys,

and stares at her old pages

   cramped with penciled mementos,

and waves off

   brief words from a passerby,

and hears that pastorale

   as she played it long ago

      with nimbler fingers

         and a steady foot,

and charmed some children,

and some friends,

and a lover,

and nodded with Beethoven’s shade,

and never guessed

   that she would play

      that tune again

         as I wander by

            and briefly hear my version,

and wonder about her music.

 

Feb 20, 2025

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“…and dipped in folly…”

only Poe knows how to say it…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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“this dream that fills our sky”…my poem

“this dream that fills our sky”…my poem

in my dreams…

 

 

before waking…

 

In this dream, again,

I will climb to high meadows

   to invite another trace of you,

to feel a zephyr

   that has filled your hair,

to see again your deep smile

   as you climb the slope

      to show me

         how happiness arrives,

to bring a kiss

   that fills me

      with sweet longing

         for your arms

            that hold me,

in this dream that fills our sky.

 

May 23, 2023

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The tiny sound of the surf…

…listen for the sea…”Listen,” my poem

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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