Category Archives: Poetry
till they are ripe
Love the grandchildren —all the grandchildren— as no one yet has thought to love them till they are ripe :- Doug.
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Gather all notes
In this age we gather all the notes of life question humility rage call tenderness edge :- Doug.
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Sacrifice to song?
Hounded by hatred our grandchildren are torn from the intentions of their lives will we an hour or two sacrifice to remind them of their song? :- Doug.
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Or is softness
Do we desire a certain softness to counter the edge of the age or is softness part of us? or is softness only the masculine turn matched in movements femininely? :- Doug.
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years, steeped
Elder years, steeped open a door or two to a wider and deeper account :- Doug.
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Hoping to hear
Willing to listen Hoping to hear :- Doug.
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and life and conversation
The course Is about generativity For the grandchildren For the generations For the species and the planet Is about creativity Spirit and life and conversation! :- Doug.
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You are artful
Your art is for the generations; and you are artful. :- Doug.
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Creativity’s face
Creativity now shows its face as subtlety, nuance, synthesis :- Doug.
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Entitlement or?
Retirement’s theme is choice or growth entitlement or service :- Doug.
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Resignation or?
In retirement resignation or resignification? :- Doug.
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Requires you to become wind
That generative spirit something elusive flames requires you to transform into wind :- Doug.
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Invoke the powers
Inquiry as ritual invoke the powers consensus reality forbids :- Doug.
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The buried dead who fortify the soil
The buried dead who fortify the soil The nun in her cell keeping the earth to its spin Do they nourish and center for us freely Or simply carry the world this far Leaving for us in our turn as … Continue reading
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