I. before the sun sets
sunlight swells as mushroom
above skeleton-boned trees
so warm as maple syrup
yet so brief as a passing cloud
i savor its divineness
breathing in the blessed heat
bestowing stillness
a gift
II. freezing rain
snowflakes on wooden porch
sparkly white diamonds
that turns into black ice rain
{deadly}
i slipped & fell
as the bird falling from the nest
effortless as a paper, breaking bones
how i wish i could have scooped it up
breathing wind into its wings & eyes
i tread carefully now
missing the birdsongs in the garden
{life}
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Zen Poetry, which I am hosting as our last post for 2022. Join us when the virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST. Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!!!
Beautifully written G
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely exquisite, Grace! 😍 So much to love here especially; "so warm as maple syrup yet so brief as a passing cloud/i savor its divineness." Sigh.. 💘💘
ReplyDeleteI love what you did here... I can see some connection between zen poetry and the imagist poetry we have done before... love the way you connected the imagery to a thought with those last lines.
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful. So clear. Time to write some Zen Poetry!
ReplyDeleteYes; beautifully Zen! And thanks for the cool prompt.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Grace, the metaphor security (bird's nest) and then fragility (falling, wings & ice) are played out so beautifully to leave us aching for carefree flight in gardens missing birdsongs.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem, Grace. We soak up all the sun we can get at this time of the year. I hope you did not break bones in a slip and fall!?
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written filled with zen thoughts. I hope you really didn't slip.
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays, Grace.
bestowing stillness
ReplyDeletea gift
Certainly a gift of quiet befitting of the beginning of Winter before the harshness of the cold.
Hank
Beautiful writing, I like the bone motif running through both pieces and the sense of fragility.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write, Grace. I loved your opening verse.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written grace.🙂✌🏼🕊❣️
ReplyDeleteLovely Zen thoughts <3
ReplyDeleteIt's a quiet transition from the life-giving warmth of the sun to the black ice of broken bones and death. The wheel turns.
ReplyDeleteI love the progression / the journey of your Zen poem! Happy Holidays.
ReplyDeleteProfound depth in both your poems, I appreciate the duality and contrast in the scenes. Merry Christmas! 🎄🎅🎄
ReplyDeleteNice work. Having felt the freezing rain, sunlight warm as maple syrup is a gift!
ReplyDeleteI liked both your zen poems. The second one in particular stood out for me. It was so poignant, but illuminating at the same time. It really touched me.
ReplyDeleteOur daughter slipped and fell on her frozen driveway (even happened here in our not-so-cold- Texas) and broke her hip the winter that got unruly cold. We had lost power for four days. Poor little bird of yours.
ReplyDeleteThanks for hosting and
MERRY CHRISTMAS ! !
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These are beautiful examples of zen poetry, Grace. My favorite is the second one.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done indeed..
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