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More Lovely than a Golden Spiral

  More Lovely than a Golden Spiral Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The chambered nautilus propels his shell Through nighttime waves.  He sails much longer than His cousins, octopus and squid.  The swell...

Helen as Pathetic 1950s Florence Nightingale

Helen as Pathetic 1950s Florence Nightingale A mother nearly stumbles in beside The beds, each boy in misery of flu As if in torture chambers.  They have cried Themselves to whimpering sleep like kittens mew When dying.  Husband also mashed down, slammed In fever,...

The Poetry of the Triune God

The Poetry of the Triune God: a Cord of Three Strands   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem             “from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.” tttttt Eternal gyres together one times three. The...

Nursing Nutrition on Your Knees

   Nursing Nutrition on Your Knees Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  When humans scold you, turn to flowers and vines. Combine them.  Morning glories are ideal As therapy or zazen.  Blooms are mines For...

Unlike Us Who Shrivel Separately

Unlike Us Who Shrivel Separately          The morning glories Brandish side by side and then           They wither, wither.                         ~ Hokushi (Englished by Phillip Whidden) It is as if the vines and tendrils grow Because some God thinks He has made...

By the Stone Path

       By the Stone Path   The morning glories do not have to pray Or chant a sutra in a scarlet voice In sunlight, do not even need a sway From breezes.  They are holiness, no choice Or sacred regimen, the sort that monks Or nuns indulge required.  Blooms’...