Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Old Poetry Day

Monday, June 25th, 2007

The past few days I have been searching through old journals and notebooks looking for notes on an event I went to years ago. I haven’t found the prize yet, but in the process of not finding what I was looking for I did find some other interesting stuff.

Back in 1990 I was taking a poetry class in the evenings, and I worked on those assignments in the same notebook that I used for recording meeting minutes, jotting down ideas for articles, and writing songs. Somewhere in the middle of all that I found the following, dated July 12, 1990. I have no recollection of writing it, but I think I was in the middle of writing a song that wasn’t cooperating, so this came out instead.

Dreams

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

Okay, well I guess I am now collecting poems having to do with dreams. I spent some time this evening browsing through a friend’s poetry collection, and came up with this beauty that I had to share. I don’t know whether Reya is doing her Poetry for Brigid blog this year, but here’s my first contribution anyway.

Poetry and Dreams

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

Back when Bowen and Lyra were about 5 and 3, I was a frustrated songwriter. I had several under my belt from years past, but not as many recent ones as I would have liked. There were two or three half-finished songs I was trying to pull together, and somehow I thought it was a failure on my part that I couldn’t find the time with two little kids to finish them. When I did take time from everything else to work on my songs I found I had nothing to say, or rather was too full of things I didn’t know how to say. Not understanding the cause or the cure, I called it writer’s block.

On Dreaming a Song

Saturday, October 14th, 2006

It happened again recently, that most rarefied of dreams: I am performing a beautiful new song spontaneously as I compose it. The dream wakes me up, and on waking I remember part of the haunting melody and lyrics, and am able to transcribe them.

O wild angels of the open hills

Saturday, September 9th, 2006

Let us all bow down to Black Oak Books in Berkeley, where on a chance foray this afternoon I came up for air clutching gold in my stubborn hand. And the gold reads like this: O wild angels of the open hills Before all legends and before all tears: O voyagers of where the evening [...]

The Shifting Balance

Friday, May 26th, 2006

Some years ago, my wise friend Cybele gave me a sacred challenge: to meditate on the Wild and the Domestic, and write a poem about each. Cybele has a well-deserved reputation for going right to the soul’s questions, and offering challenges which bring that material to light. Her challenge to me was no exception.

A favorite poem, found again

Wednesday, March 8th, 2006

I was introduced to this poem years ago and loved it. Last week, browsing in a used book store, I found it again and immediately bought the book of poems it was in: Praise, by Robert Haas. I used to use his line about longing and distance as my email signature. Ross and I took [...]

Poems for Brigid

Thursday, February 2nd, 2006

The City of Silence by William Matthews As far as a sound wave rings out before it’s heard, that’s where the city limits are. I keep the place clean. Anything you worship will let you be its priest. If I open my mouth a word falls in. Gods avoid their shrines. The streets are paved [...]

…and knowing, choose you

Wednesday, July 20th, 2005

Choice Blindfolded I would know the touch the taste the smell of you among a thousand others and knowing, choose you –Maude Meehan, Chipping Bone