The 2012 “Phrasings in Word + Dance” is on! Bellingham Repertory Dance presented its sixth annual collaboration with Chuckanut Sandstone Writers Theater this weekend. What a great three days of art and insight. Carla and the BRD company have outdone themselves, again. This year I was selected, along with 5 other poets, to write a poemContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Universal Love”
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Poetry: Guitar Man
Guitar ManTaps his foot to the musicFrayed boot heel wiggles against the floorFingers, as comfortable on fretsAs his legs are in jeansWhat does he sing?What is that sound?History weeping throughOozing out of dry crevassesDays in the sun createdPoems written on wrinkled paperSongs sung to walls of fallen plasterLarge women clap approvalHoping to take a pieceContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Guitar Man”
Powered by Poetry
Last night at Poetry Night’s open mic I ran into another Mary Oliver fan. I find it exciting to meet new people and hear their story. This poetry fan told me she doesn’t write poetry, she just comes to listen. However, one night, about six months ago, she read the Mary Oliver poem “The Journey”. I wasContinueContinue reading “Powered by Poetry”
Poetry: Winter Prayer
This morning the sky changed. The wind came from a different direction than what I was used to, catching me by surprise and creating a sense of curiosity within me. The trees I walked under moved and swayed to the song of the wind, making for a lovely dance. The wind combed threw the branchesContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Winter Prayer”
Poetry: Loose Hair
Sometimes you don’t Notice a stray hairOn your clothesUntil the light hits itStray thoughtsA lost memoryForgotten friendYour car keysThings we looseBlown off usFingers rustle through Our hair, lookingHow can you put Back into the follicleStray hair that Left the scalpIt must instead be mourned If it was even missed orGreeted graciouslyLike a fresh beginning
Poetry: Widow’s Ring
She loves him…She never shared his name with meAsking seems forbiddenShe still wears his ring…She loves himWhen I talk about my painful pastShe says “We are so different”Glancing at the ring of platinumThat loops infinitely ’round her fingerHis memory is kept behind her lipsThe light of his being Sparks slightly through her eyesWhen love isContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Widow’s Ring”
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