Oriental Echoes: To Machout

Written while listening to Quant en moy. 

Oriental echoes 

Clash with the rising west, 

Strings and voices via for attention, 

Rising in unity voice echoes voice. 

Creation Saturday: The Pain in My Left Foot

The memory of you 

Has become a dull ache, 

Like the pain in my left foot 

Caused by a stone bruise on my instep. 

Your memory 

Is an old injury 

Receding with time, 

Like the ache in my foot 

As the bruise heals. 

Now, 

I can look forward to a day, 

When the wound of your memory disappears, 

Like an ingrown toenail 

Removed and dis cared 

With yesterday's trash. 

It wasn't always this way! 

There was a time 

When the memory of you 

Sent shar stabbing, burning pains 

Through the core of my being 

Like a rusty nail 

Penetrating the sole of my shoe 

And piercing the ball of my foot. 

Oklahoma Memories

The thin-green carpet 

Breaks slowly through the rich soil 

Refreshing the air 

Black clouds gather in 

a sky of deepened blue 

And the warm rain falls 

Orange and gold leaves 

Fall slowly to the ground 

Making a carpet 

Swiftly the snow falls 

Making a carpet of white 

For me to walk on 

Reality: A Cactus Flower

Its ruby blossoms 

Glisten with morning dew 

Its thorns 

Take the heedless unaware 

Slash deep 

Draw blood 

Leave splinters in the open wound 

Remove the splinters 

Stop the blood 

The healing process must begin 

Left in 

The thorns will poison the soul 

Slay the spirit 

Kill all hope 

Poet's Note: This poem was written in 1992 or 1993. I think the inspiration was a nature documentary about the desert or desert plants. 

Motivational Monday: My Motivation to Write

Of the 200 poems dedicating to the Blessed Beauty, I have 113 finished. I have 87 poems to finish in 76 days which means I have to write 1 or 2 poems a day to finish by October 22. I think that is a strong motive to write poetry. 

If I encounter writer's stress or writer's block because of the deadline, I will say prayers or meditate. That usually helps. Another thing that helps is taking a short walk in the morning or the evening. Since it's summer time, I prefer to walk of a morning when it's cooler. 

Loneliness or The Only Person

The original title of this poem was The Only Person; however, I have decided to change the name. I think I will give it a title of Loneliness. 

Loneliness 

Silence 

Is never so complete 

As when you set along 

Listening to the background noises. 

It is then 

You must face yourself, 

You must look within to find 

The spark that unites you with the Universe. 

Being 

The only person 

In a room is similar 

To being the only person on a planet. 

A room 

Fells different 

When you share it with other people.