(DIR) Return Create A Forum - Home --------------------------------------------------------- Hax Community (HTM) https://haxnuts.createaforum.com --------------------------------------------------------- ***************************************************** (DIR) Return to: Entertainment (Music/Poetry/Books/Movies) ***************************************************** #Post#: 27481-------------------------------------------------- Poems By: LesserGoddess Date: October 10, 2021, 9:51 am --------------------------------------------------------- The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry. When despair for the world grows in me And I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives might be I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought with grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time, I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. #Post#: 27572-------------------------------------------------- Poem By: LesserGoddess Date: October 10, 2021, 1:09 pm --------------------------------------------------------- Don't know who wrote this one. To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your own bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time come to let it go, to let it go. #Post#: 29315-------------------------------------------------- Re: Poems By: LesserGoddess Date: October 14, 2021, 5:47 pm --------------------------------------------------------- Saltwater Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again. -Finn Butler #Post#: 44344-------------------------------------------------- Re: Poems By: LesserGoddess Date: November 21, 2021, 9:58 pm --------------------------------------------------------- Hope springs eternal in the human breast Man never is, but always to be blest The soul, uneasy and confined from home rests and expatiates in a life to come Alexander Pope #Post#: 45857-------------------------------------------------- Re: Poems By: Lurknomore Date: November 27, 2021, 11:06 pm --------------------------------------------------------- [quote author=LesserGoddess link=topic=421.msg27481#msg27481 date=1633877519] The Peace of Wild Things by Emylia Hall When despair for the world grows in me And I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives might be I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought with grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time, I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. [/quote] Wendell Berry is the author. This is one of my favorites and gives me chills. #Post#: 45871-------------------------------------------------- Re: Poems By: LesserGoddess Date: November 28, 2021, 5:27 am --------------------------------------------------------- [member=51]Lurknomore[/member] I have corrected that, thanks for the info. #Post#: 45963-------------------------------------------------- Re: Poems By: Lurknomore Date: November 28, 2021, 12:55 pm --------------------------------------------------------- Lesser Goddess, thanks for starting this thread, which I just found late last night for some reason; guess I’m behind. (Such a positive addition, especially now!) #Post#: 47070-------------------------------------------------- Re: Poems By: Lurknomore Date: November 30, 2021, 6:34 pm --------------------------------------------------------- Not a poem per se, but lovely poetic prose. “Going nowhere isn’t about turning your back on the world; it’s about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply.” ― Pico Iyer, The Art of Stillness: Adventures in Going Nowhere Heard of this author for first time at Zoom yoga today. #Post#: 47863-------------------------------------------------- Re: Poems By: LesserGoddess Date: December 2, 2021, 2:36 pm --------------------------------------------------------- Half Staff by Maggie Smith Why don't we leave the flags at half-staff & save ourselves the trouble? Save the kids in coats & hats on flag duty in the snow. That morning I sat in traffic by the school, waiting for the light to change, & there they were, pulling the rope hand-over- hand-over-hand. First thought: do children lowering the flag at an elementary school know it's for children shot dead at another? Then the minivan behind me honked. Red to green. So often I'm reminded the body is built for ending. How have we not evolved past these temporary containers? I mean, what a place to keep everything. everything! Four days after Sandy Hook, I walked my daughter to her classroom, kissed her head, wished her happy birthday, & sent her inside. So often the mind whispers to the body, I am not safe here, & the body never bothers to answer. Because what could it say? #Post#: 47890-------------------------------------------------- Re: Poems By: muskrat Date: December 2, 2021, 3:18 pm --------------------------------------------------------- [quote author=Lurknomore link=topic=421.msg47070#msg47070 date=1638318843] Not a poem per se, but lovely poetic prose. “Going nowhere isn’t about turning your back on the world; it’s about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply.” ― Pico Iyer, The Art of Stillness: Adventures in Going Nowhere Heard of this author for first time at Zoom yoga today. [/quote] Pico Iyer is awesome. He's a lovely, poetic writer. I first read him in 1996 when a friend gave me The Lady and the Monk: his story of working on his writing in Japan & his friendship with a quirky Japanese woman. He also wrote Video Night in Kathmandu (I've never gotten around to reading it, but will do so next). I've come across various articles he's written over the years & I highly recommend him (thanks for reminding me!). ***************************************************** (DIR) Next Page