Such Singing in the Wild Branches by Mary Oliver from Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays Beacon Press, Boston, 2003 It was spring and finally I heard him among the first leaves— then I saw him clutching the limb in an island of shade with his red-brown feathers all trim and neat for the … Read more
Weather Report Suite Part II: Let It Grow Lyrics: John Barlow, Music: Bob Weir Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning’s door. See the sun sparkle in the reeds; silver beads Pass into the sea. She comes from a town where they … Read more
Kannon Bosatsu, or more formally, Kanzeon, is the Japanese name for the Bodhisattva Who Perceives the Cries of the World. You may also know Her (also sometimes perceived as male) as Tara or Kuan Yin. She is the Goddess of Mercy who grants healing for all who suffer and are afflicted. We call to Her … Read more
March by Lucy Larcom March! March! March! They are coming In troops to the tune of the wind. Redheaded woodpeckers drumming, Gold – crested thrushes behind; Sparrows in brown jackets, hopping Past every gateway and door; Finches, with crimson caps, stopping Just where they stopped before. March! March! March! They are slipping Into their places … Read more
Moon Fishing by Lisel Mueller from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems Louisiana State University Press, 1996 When the moon was full they came to the water, some with pitchforks, some with rakes, some with sieves and ladles, and one with a silver cup. And they fished till a traveler passed them and said, “Fools, … Read more
from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran Then Almitra spoke again and said, “And what of Marriage, master?” And he answered saying: You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days. Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. … Read more
Not all of the poetry from the Brighid Poetry slam has to be directly addressed to the Goddess of poetry, healing and art. All poetry honors Brighid. So today’s choice is one that Shannon Hawthorn Ash selected. Thank you, Shannon, for reminding me how much I love Marge Piercy! Blessings! Three of Cups (an excerpt) … Read more
The Sixth Annual Brighid Poetry Festival this year was the best one yet! Every year, everyone on the Web is invited to share a favorite poem in honor of the Goddess of poetry, healing and craft. There were hundreds and hundreds of sumptuous selections. This weekend, I am sharing two selections from the blissful … Read more
For the 4th year of this six-year celebration, I am delighted and honored to join in the ever-growing Brigid Poetry Slam. Throughout the blogosphere, everyone is invited to post poetry in honor of blessed Brighid today on Her feast day. She is the Irish Goddess and patron saint of smithcraft, poetry, and healing. This year, … Read more
Song of Myself by Walt Whitman Section 48 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one’s self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his … Read more