Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Domesticity

domestic poem
Eileen Moeller

nightfall I sink
into dishwash meditiation
streaming china prayer wheels
crystalline bells of the lost horizon
crockery mandalas
chanting din and lull of running water
breathing slows
moist heat muscles soften
zen poems drip from silverware
my air humming out
in a cleansing melody
washing the frantic stew of a whole day
down the drain
along with the suds
those transients rainbow things
with the thin skin of
a passing moment

Each moment is a gift...even the ones filled with dirty dishes, stinky laundry, and grumpy kids...savour it!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Bulbs, Bulbs, Everywhere...and Corms Too!

Outdoor Hour Challenge-Winter Series #10  Early Spring Bulbs

While it is now officially spring we completed this challenge last week when it was still "winter". We walked around our neighborhood searching for the welcome sight of spring bulbs and corms. These bright flowers seem to shout out "hooray for spring", it is a much needed reminder that spring will indeed return again. We were able to find crocus, daffodils (jonquils), and hyacinth.

"Daffodils" (1804)

I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).