A Letter From A Fan

Dear Edna St. Vincent Millay

I fear that my harsh judgment may

Have clouded my eyes to your witty and wise

Lyrically lovely word-play

But what is a young girl to do

When she wants to grow up to be you

Lots of poetry selling

Men adoring Fans yelling

Give us more–But I’m just me–Boo hoo

Rainy Season

Rainy Season

*from One With Willows, copyright 2019 by Joan Myles*

When the rains come at last,

there is no mistaking what will happen.

One person uncovers the cistern

he dug years ago against thirst.

Another brings out buckets

to place beneath the leaky roof.

Oh, let me be the one

who opens windows and unlocks the door,

who presses her face against the screen,

inhaling the mist like life itself.

Let me gather the children

to trace raindrop outlines

upon the window glass,

to clap and dance with joy

for gardens yet to be

and for promises kept.

Come On Justice Come

*Please join me in chanting, living, breathing these words every day…it takes all of us to change the world*

Come On Justice

By Joan Myles

somethin’s stirring in the wind and weather

somethin’s roaring in the stormy tide

somethin’s rising up for good and better

come on Justice come

somethin’s beating in the hearts of young folks

somethin’s rushing down the halls of time

somethin’s urging us before all hope’s broke

come on Justice come

smash the idols that compel us

fear and prejudice and greed

clear the pathways that repel us

come on Justice come

somethin’s truer than the tears that blind us

somethin’s shining on the hill ahead

somethin’s marching in the streets behind us

come on

come on Justice

come on Justice come

Primitives

Primitives

after spending

three days shivering

inside a tent counting

the distance between sword-flash and

echoing hoof-beats

after wondering whether a roof

can ever again be water-proof

suddenly robins.

winged emissaries

promises of reconciliation

and the sun appeared

glorious

as a god

Return

Voices gather around my door

hear a whisper

there a roar

pausing from a quick reply

I ask myself why

words I offer seem unclear

or insufficient

and I fear

I’ll clutter Wisdoms silent flow

with all I do not know

so again I turn inside

to seek the peace which can’t abide

long amid such human noise

my spirit gratified

Guest Poet: Billy Collins

Forgetfulness

by Billy Collins – 1941-

The name of the author is the first to go

followed obediently by the title, the plot,

the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel

which suddenly becomes one you have never read,

never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor

decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,

to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye

and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,

and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,

the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember

it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,

not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river

whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,

well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those

who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night

to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.

No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted

out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

Earth Day

Every day is Earth Day.Are you breathing the Earth’s gift of air?
Are you walking/riding/biking/running along the surface of the Earth?
Are you hearing the song of birds?
Are you feeling the wind? Inhaling the perfume of flowers it captures?
Are you drinking water? Or wine? Or orange juice? All gifts of the Earth!
Yes, today is Earth Day and we celebrate…
Why not make this moment an Earth Moment? And this one! And this one!
Every morning when we awake, let our first thoughts be gratitude for all the Earth provides!
And let us act mindfully to keep her safe. To keep her going!
Even as she keeps us going!
And let us say: Amen.