Ancestor seeds seed grows to story more than bloodlines generations of stories seeded me my stories have no legs can only seed progeny’s stories or fertilize :- Doug.

Posted in Eldering, Poetry | Leave a comment

My harvester

Posted on October 3, 2020 by dgermann

My hearer my harvester :- Doug.

Posted in Caring, Conversation, Eldering, Poetry, Professional Caregivers | Leave a comment

Whens in the streaming

Posted on September 30, 2020 by dgermann

Meaning flows from each confluence of the whens in the streaming of the teller’s life of the hearer’s life :- Doug.

Posted in Eldering, Poetry | Leave a comment

The poet’s opus

Posted on September 27, 2020 by dgermann

The poet’s opus be new eyes for a new people :- Doug.

Posted in Eldering, Poetry | Leave a comment

Poetry is to refresh

Posted on September 26, 2020 by dgermann

Your poetry is to refresh your spirit. :- Doug.

Posted in Eldering, Poetry | Leave a comment

tints and tones

Posted on September 26, 2020 by dgermann

Poetry offers you a way to develop in nuanced tints and tones your lived value. :- Doug.

Posted in Eldering, Poetry | Leave a comment

Release multitudes

Posted on September 25, 2020 by dgermann

I am seeing my way clear to teaching better. What? Not so much how but why, not so much why as direction, turning heads. Snapping heads. To seeing ourselves larger, as releasing multitudes. Walt Whitman contained multitudes; you release them. … Continue reading →

Posted in Caring, Eldering, Poetry, Professional Caregivers | Leave a comment

What is the business of fog?

Posted on September 24, 2020 by dgermann

What is the business of fog? Of clouds? Of rocks? Of me? Of my ancestoring? :- Doug.

Posted in Eldering, Poetry | Leave a comment

sensitivities for colors

Posted on September 24, 2020 by dgermann

A child’s narrow perspective an adult’s as wide as life has been in greying years do we gain broader still sensitivities for colors, fragrances, movements of possibilities in living? :- Doug.

Posted in Aging, Eldering, Poetry | Leave a comment

Better than a journal

Posted on September 23, 2020 by dgermann

A poem has an advantage over a journal in that it is a making, a working crucible where you keep up the fire and the intensity till you have the thing almost right. Then it comes out looking like it … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Voyager of mystery

Posted on September 23, 2020 by dgermann

Your poem can be time machine Your poem a voyager of mystery :- Doug.

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Older you are growing

Posted on September 23, 2020 by dgermann

Older you are growing elder you may be favored to become but who would want to be ancestor? Your name forgotten one of so many substrata beneath generations of bedrock How many generations back do you know their names? Their … Continue reading →

Posted in Aging, Death and living while dying, Eldering, Poetry | Leave a comment

wide as stars shine

Posted on September 22, 2020 by dgermann

I want to get better with my poetry and writing, which is to say, to reach deep inside people of the generations and draw them out as wide as stars shine. :- Doug.

Posted in Eldering, Poetry | Leave a comment

I release multitudes

Posted on September 22, 2020 by dgermann

I am circling around something akin to unfolding humanicity. I release multitudes, throngs, crowds. :- Doug.

Posted in Eldering, Poetry | Leave a comment