Poetry for book lovers

National Book Lovers Day was this week (Thursday, Aug. 9), and Escape into Life asked on Facebook what people were reading. The answers came back in wide variety, and mine was The Monk of Mokha, by Dave Eggers, plus a whole lot of poetry. I might write about The Monk of Mokha when I’ve finished it (suffice to say now that I’m enjoying it). For now, I want to give the poetry its due.

I don’t read poetry every day of my life, and sometimes I go fairly long periods without reading any. For the last few months, though, I’ve had it open regularly and often read myself to sleep with it. Here are books that have stood out: Continue reading

Emergence: A Reckoning

My week started with a reunion of four college roommates, one of whom lives half a planet away in New Zealand.

The newest additions to my family arrived from England for a visit. My adult son met his newest cousin.

A friend retired from work after 43 years (and oh, yes, I’m definitely envious.)

The great blue heron (a great blue heron) returned to the pond outside my office for a visit.

I spotted two enormous hawks flying low one morning on my way to work. Continue reading

Sun shower? Thunder sun? Either way, … wow!

Rainbow

You blazed,
you shone,
brilliant colors banded across the sky south to north
redorangeyellowgreenblueindigoviolet,
vast, glorious, rose-glow below.

Bright sun, a boom of thunder, then torrents
drenching anyone caught unaware.

But oh, look west, and stand mouth agape,
a turkey prepared to drown,
if that’s what it takes to live this moment.

60 seconds, no more (no less!),
the vision disappears, the impression lasts,
the now-grey day anything but dull.