Tag Archives: Poetry
Living in the Four Seasons: Spring
What is this new joy that surprises my days, as fresh as the grass and as precious as a new born calf? What is this wanderlust that makes me want to hit the road and drive for days on impossibly bent roads through rolling hills, green as a dragon? What is this new found fascination with bombastic blue …
Without Wings
Here at the edge of the world Where the enchanted woods Hug the crumbling cliffs Doing the soft slide together Down onto the beach… Each visit brings a new landscape. But the eagle’s roost still stands: Two white heads Four yellow eyes. And vision that pierces Earthly artifice. As we pass by On …
The Gifts
It’s the industry of robins poking in the grass It’s the playfulness of flickers circling the tree It’s the hip hop of the blue jays ravaging the feeder It’s the flutter and the chatter of the chickadees. It’s the somersaults of otters rolling in the river It’s the glide of the …
I Never Suffered
I fell down. I didn’t break. I got lost and ran wild. I found my way. I often bled. I always healed. I always had a home. I never missed a meal. I never had to run. I never had to hide. I had my country on my side. I had family. I …
You Are the Author of Beauty
An excerpt from the book The Eternal Wonder, by Pearl S. Buck, © 2013 by the Pearl S. Buck Family Trust: He put it to Mr. Kung. “Sir, is the purpose of art the enjoyment of beauty, or is it to provide a sort of work, even though enjoyable, for the artist?” Mr. Kung replied …
City Beat
©2016 by Ilona Elliott In the city, there are people, making music on the corners and music in the street, Though you know they gotta struggle just to find somethin to eat. In the city, there is energy, and the energy hums with a human beat In the city, there is energy, and it …
For the Refugees May the wings of the angels open to shield you. May the skies that you’re travelling under be blue. May the kindness of strangers help to heal you. May the goodness of your fellow man be revealed to you. May the sustenance you feed your children be enough. May the seas …
Roethke
I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow, The wheel turning away from itself, The sprawl of the wave, The on-coming water. from The Far Field by Theodore Roethke
Someone
Sometimes her mind goes wandering and takes her back in time To when dreams were possibilities and the future, undefined When time stretched out in front of her like endless golden threads Reaching to eternity, too young to understand, That time is such a luxury it’s wasted in young hands Her family roots are humble, …
The Goddess of I-5
The Goddess of I-5 I met her at the Arco Station Where she was asking for spare dollars, And when I tipped my head back to my car And reached in for my wallet, She said her name was Angel And she was walking to save the planet. When I handed her a twenty She …
Rainy Day Writing 
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