The river rushes
Taking everything with it
While the rocks are still.
Poetry
What came from the stars
Anything is possible
Oink-a-doodle-moo
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Our library network is having a book spine poetry contest and one of the categories is haiku. I love a poetry challenge so I thought I’d try. It’s harder than it seems!
A death poem for the new year
PoetryThe glass slips out of my grasping hands.
CRASH!
A thousand suns glisten on my kitchen floor.
The death poem isĀ a tradition in Zen Buddhism. Our sangha writes one at the new year every year as a way to reflect on the past year. I believe the tradition is that Buddhist monks wrote them on their death beds, but that might be more romanticism than truth. I like the idea of thinking of the putting away of the old year as a kind of death, and thinking about the new year as a rebirth.
You can read my past death poems here, and our sangha’s poems here.
Bumper sticker
Poetry“Blue girl
Red state”
Idaho plate.
What is Poetry? By Lawrence Ferlinghetti
PoetryI just realized that today is World Poetry Day! So in desperation I searched for something to post and I dug up this gem from a few years ago: my friend and colleague reading “What Is Poetry” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Ā Her husband is on bongos. I’ve posted it before but it’s worth a re-post. It makes me smile when I hear it. š
You can Ā learn more about Lawrence Ferlinghetti here.
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