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The Citrus Grove

The Citrus Grove Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “root and all” ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson   If you can see a perfect orange bloom, As most such blossoms are, and see them on Their darkling orange branch, and...

Reduced to Perfect Expansion — Grammar for Mystics

Reduced to Perfect Expansion — Grammar for Mystics Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It’s quite a trap, you know, this seeing of The universe contained within a grain Of sand, the sending of a thought above...

That Deeper Calendar

That Deeper Calendar Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The songs of love live stronger than the songs Of seasons.  Lancelots and Guineveres Go singing through the souls.  Their love belongs In every age,...

The Truth Floats More Like Murk

The Truth Floats More Like Murk Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contempverse morary odern poem contemporary poem In the evening mist the frogs are loud.  ~ Yamabe Akahito The mist that rises from the water lures The sentimental mind to turn to wings Of...

“Let no man wait within” ~ Thomas Merton

“Let no man wait within” ~ Thomas Merton He does not need to swallow bombs.  He’s loved Enough.  They taught him worse than Molotov Combustions.  Those he loved . . . rejected, shoved Or silently exploded, “Bugger off.” He chewed on fuses.  They of course did what A...

After the Sposalizio de Mare

     After the Sposalizio de Mare   The tedium of Tuesday; echoes heard in a Shop in Kyoto. ~ Buson [Englished by Phillip Whidden] Slow days occur, not just in Titusville But in Kyoto, cherry petaled time Well past.  The monks are used to thinking, still In meditation...

The Ocean of Seasons

The Ocean of Seasons Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another.” ~ Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors Throughout the seasons water drips.  In...