Greetings, all. This is just to say…(William Carlos Williams pun intended) that I now have a poetry PODCAST available on Spotify and Apple Podcasts. It’s called… Why Am I Telling You This? (Not to be confused with the Bill Clinton podcast of the same name.) If you enjoy reading some of what I post here,Continue reading “Why Am I Telling You This?”
Tag Archives: Poetry
Post Mortem
Could have been most anything really – there are innumerable ways for things to get dicey. Is the red line of tetanus tiptoeing toward your heart? Maybe a golf ball is sailing your way. Could be a bone hiding in your hurried lunch, something electrical near the shower, stitches unraveling while drivingContinue reading “Post Mortem”
Geese Flying Over
It’s the middle of January, what are you doing here? I ask this of both myself and the geese as I rise to the shallows of dreaming and break the surface. Oh, right, they’re Canadian. This is south for them, and my own reasons are not so simple. It is a lonesome sound, their squawking,Continue reading “Geese Flying Over”
Valentine ~ A Love Letter to V
You’ve lived here for time out of mind, between u and w, given of yourself, yet been grievously overlooked toward the back of the line, fifth-to-last, always in twenty-second place. Without you, no love, no forgiveness, no reverie. No vertigo, velvet, voodoo. Verses, violins, viticulture. No need for vaccinations, because – no viruses or variants.Continue reading “Valentine ~ A Love Letter to V”
Peace I Leave With You
May you ever walk in kindness, be it a walk of haste or of leisure – peace I leave with you. If you find gold in the stream may you throw it back – peace I leave with you. May your hands be generous, your words be ever gentle – peace I leave with you.Continue reading “Peace I Leave With You”
This Winter Morning
Reluctance to leave the envelope of bed, reluctance. But the whirring and humming, revving of the mind (faithful engine, reliable horse) harasses the body into obedience, and for good reason. There is wood to cut, snow to shovel, ice to melt, water to boil, pots to be washed, plans to be drawn, ragged roads toContinue reading “This Winter Morning”
Plants and Animals
If I were a plant, I might arrive at silence and stillness a little more gracefully. I might meditate with greater success. If I were a plant, I think you would find that – impossible as it seems – I am both an annual and a perennial. Both evergreen and deciduous, succulent and garden flower,Continue reading “Plants and Animals”
Fellow Travelers
There is more than one world. Turn your attention now, away from the one that is always trying to sell you something, for time is short and you have work to do. Befriend yourself, settle into a homecoming, apprentice yourself to the dear friend of your own curiosity, to a sense of belonging, a familiarityContinue reading “Fellow Travelers”
Tread Lightly
You’ve been searching a long time now. Somewhere along the way, you pause. You begin to notice the intricacies of every texture, the textures of every intricacy. All the magic you overlooked becomes discernible. How could you have missed it? It is at once ordinary and extraordinary, astonishing and unremarkable, poetic and prosaic. Seeing this,Continue reading “Tread Lightly”
Service Worker
Service Worker We may not live to see the harvest, gather the bounty, savor the meal, or enjoy the kindly shade of the tree. These may all very well be the province of others. So let us not forget our purpose, overlook the importance of our labor, neglect to take notice of our responsibility orContinue reading “Service Worker”
C.M. Rivers 