Welcome to My World
Here I am – comfortably settled in this beautiful condo in Rancho Mirage, California. Southern CA is so beautiful! The temperature outside is a wonderful, windless 73 degrees and warming. Join me!
Share some poetry with me. I love poetry. Lately I have been engaging in a series of Haiku using the three lines of 5-7-5 syllables to pour my heart out. But, is that the intent of Haiku? Does each form of poetry have a built-in intent?
Free form seems to be in vogue these days. I have enjoyed exploring it.
Rueben Quesada, poet who featured
3 Contemporary Poets on Suffering, Sorrow, and Truth
__ wrote:
“The most important thing I have learned
about being a poet is that writing poetry
is more about attending than intending,
more about silence than sound.”
But is listening something we do with headsets when we are out in nature? What about the rustle of the leaves and the sound of the birds? What about listening to the silence?
Welcome to My World
As I sit in the quiet of my patio
In the sunshine of southern California,
A golf cart buzzes by,
A club whacks a ball,
A ball flows silently toward its target,
A hummingbird hovers near the feeder,
Unsure of my presence, it lands
And sucks silently from the red nectar.
As I sit in the comfort of our living room,
In the ambience of southern California living,
A symphony plays Boyce Concerto Grosso in B Minor,
The dishwasher runs quietly behind me,
My fingernails tap those damn keys,
And Cristian is proud of my persistence –
It’s the key to successful blogging, he says.
I am attending – and so are you.
Welcome to my world.
Come sit a spell with us.
See ya later!
