Category Archives: Poetry
a butter metaphor
I wonder if all understanding is a search for a butter metaphor. :- Doug.
Why’d we do such things to them?
Our grandchildren’s grandchildren are unreal to us or why’d we do such things to them? Our time horizons are very short: tomorrow, next vacation, maybe at most some someday retirement. Always centered in “me” and “mine.” Visiting the Alamo one … Continue reading
Family being larger
Let us converse with our family Family being larger than we think Conversing being larger too :- Doug.
How long is an interlude?
How long is an interlude? For as long as when half Is whole :- Doug.
You can practice your deepest art
Zen’s word “ma” is the meaningful interval or space in time. Silence perhaps. Silence shouts the unsounded. Here is where you can practice your deepest art. :- Doug.
Promises of warm
The trees are budding out flowers and miniature leaves. The breeze is enticing them with promises of warm air to come. :- Doug.
Rhythms in a nursing home
There are rhythms of life in say a nursing home. The rhythms are like languages where people cannot understand one another. There is the long flowing beat of the older, the staccato of the staff. :- Doug.
Poet who practices
I am a poet who practices as an elder caring lawyer. :- Doug.
Seeing our blindness
We are blind and do not—perhaps cannot—see our blindness. :- Doug.
Just you and me
The world is conversation Just you and me Thee and thou Us and them Him and her Only us and us and us All in here And no out there :- Doug.
Conversations within conversations
Living beings are conversations within conversations—autonomous but requiring each other. Bacteria within bodies, cells within bacteria, persons within families, wind water sun earth within our planetary system. :- Doug.
Take a long look
Take a long look at something, anything worthy of a long look. :- Doug.
Hundreds of branches
Hundreds of branches Thousands of twigs Millions of leaves Still all one tree One thought They must be loosened To fly :- Doug.
our confusion over bathing
What if our confusion over bathing were simply the fogginess and dislike we experience on being rudely awakened from a beautiful dream? :- Doug.
Conversing with time itself
All’s a conversation: one with others, birds with wind, horses with flies, cedars with snows, you with me. Making clock time for the conversation is impossible: it is designed to be fixed spaces that tick away without mercy. Kairos time … Continue reading
They live longest who
Perhaps they live longest who have the most to figure out. :- Doug.