Owing All


Owing All

Owing AllLove came calling with hands of air
unfulfilled and yearning,
desirous of a princess fair,
passion strongly burning.

The quest born in a young man’s dream,
paid on a quiet night,
was answered by a mighty queen,
whose heirs brought it to light.

The queen who saw a mighty king
greet his love in the night
paused when she heard the lovers sing
the song of swans in flight.

This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty (each day a new Yeats quote).

“out of the dark air over her head there came
A murmur of soft words and meeting lips” – W.B. Yeats

Image source: wikimedia.org (Aengus, of Irish mythology)


On the Edge

On the Edge

On the Edge

From the potential of a morning sky
and the triumph of their ascent,
they risked all to reach
the edge of exploration.

With the tragedy of their descent
in the abyss of a mourning sky,
they paid to expand our reach
beyond the edge of knowledge.

Their efforts took us one step
further along our path
ever outward, expanding
the edge of discovery.

Remember those souls
immersed in the heavens,
riding on the edge
of our vision of the stars.

Space Shuttle Columbia was lost on re-entry, February 1, 2003.
Image source: NASA

This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Nineteen (each day a new Yeats quote).

“We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore,
The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world’s empires, bow down to you,
Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.”
W.B. Yeats

deep silence – tan renga


deep silence
the shrill of cicadas
seeps into rocks
                          © Matsuo Bashō

gathering sun-warmed granite
comfort lasts long into night


under falling snow
oak clings to autumn’s last trace
cardinal takes flight

soft winter breeze cherishes
the last colorful leaves
                          © Chèvrefeuille

Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #7 Tan Renga Challenge “the last colorful leaves”
First hokku by Basho, last two lines by Chèvrefeuille


within you – Shadorma


within you
there burns a passion
a desire
unwilling to be denied
that swallows me whole

Using a photo from my WP Media Library, this is my nineteenth shadorma for Eliot Dybden’s Shadorma November (ShaNov) at Along the Interstice. A shadorma has six lines with no rhyme or meter, except for a syllable structure of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
Photo originally used with the poem within, which was written for my round of NaPoWriMo, in 2014.