Tag: 20th century

A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths

The sound of falling rain had me realize right then that I hadn’t heard rain in awhile; I listened, made a cup of tea, tapped away the steeped leaves on the wide flat spoon that had been gathered from the teapot afterwards, as the tea bell sounded a second, and it was ready. I took…… Continue reading A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths

From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference

Afternoon moment of rest, I took out the poems of hers I’d written and read one; I saw then in the corner of my eye the place of the sky I faced had changed color. She placed a little blush there for me to find, and so I sent up a kiss. early afternoon *Excerpt…… Continue reading From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference

I Tapped Closed ‘Flowers of a Dream,’ My Heart Within It

This is so beautiful, thank you. It makes me think I might paint some of your skies onto my canvas and with gratitude towards you! I would share this happiness.Last night, I finished collecting all of the poems of Flowers of a Dream by May Ziadeh in English and then I read through them all,…… Continue reading I Tapped Closed ‘Flowers of a Dream,’ My Heart Within It

It Begins With An Aversion, My Confession

I like to start with telling some of my deepest feelings this way, that I have a confession to make, and this is a confession of an aversion or uneasiness that I don’t have actual evidence as to why I feel this way. I am not trying to solve a mystery, I know that’s not…… Continue reading It Begins With An Aversion, My Confession

This Saturday Morning—Welcome, Why Not Step Inside

Last night as I had just sat down to read awhile before bed, in the corner of my eye, I saw the color and sheen of the sky and stood. Such lovely gold in the center surrounded by rose and blue. I think I know who painted that. I thought, the rose is my favorite…… Continue reading This Saturday Morning—Welcome, Why Not Step Inside