Category: Yoga

• Walk in woods

  this morning I yearned to become that yellow leaf twirling down, catching an edge of the sun spinning past

  Jenifer

  October 27, 2015

  Bite-sized sampler, Death, Garden, Illinois, Nature, Pentwater, Robert Frost, Seasons, Tanka, Yoga

  poetry

• A piece at a time

  Splintering the absolute into small, uneven shards I can hold, set down, recall, be haunted by; mismatching its pieces, mistaking one for the other, a few for the whole, obscured at every try.

  Jenifer

  July 2, 2015

  Art, Dying, Love, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Yoga

  poetry

• If this were my only way to you

  I turn, seeking the hawk to bring my message to you, to receive yours to me, and wonder if he shall bend his wings toward me, ever or now, to dip into my heart and take from it that note, most unmixed, to swirl its eternal wings to the expanding night, to all of the…

  Jenifer

  June 13, 2015

  Art, Death, Love, Meditation, Memory, Muse, Yoga

  poetry

• This foggy rain

  Standing in this foggy rain, it is reasonable, no, expected, to mark a little obscure, so let me begin to explain why poetry would have no need to be written if we all stood here right now in this foggy rain, cold dampness seeping through, its heavy cedar and pine its drizzling down the world…

  Jenifer

  May 28, 2015

  Art, Garden, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Seasons, Traveling, Yoga

  poetry

• A prayer

  I approach thee in thy round heaven brown, incarnate — your glow soft, flickering as my eyes close to forget you are near always and ever hiding in darkness, in view only when sleep comes to rescue me as a lingering taste on my back palate as a lingering shadow in the descendant fog —…

  Jenifer

  May 24, 2015

  Aging, Dying, Grand tanka, Meditation, Muse, Tanka, Yoga

  poetry

• Reserve time

  Reserve time for poetry in April, for when the days get longer, we turn out after our deep hermitage, rushing too fast to learn from the budding world. Reserve time for poetry in July when the hammering sun tempts you to spend your best hours dozing, as the herons skim the river. Reserve time for…

  Jenifer

  April 19, 2015

  Art, Childhood, Family, Graduation, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Work life, Yoga

  NaPoWriMo, poetry