Eclipse (Hands Folded in Prayer)

Here is a poem I wrote recently in celbration of the night there was a Solar Eclipse and a New Moon.

this poem is mentioned in my blog article:

How to Read  Poem.

Eclipse (Hands Folded in Prayer)

It’s mid-May! The breeze is thick

with humid scents of Eau de Parfum.

Today, we have a New Moon

combined with a Solar Eclipse.

The fragrance drifts across the mountain 

Delicate, shimmering lavender pink flocks

fragile lace amongst the many specimens

near the edges of a  sun washed meadow.

Tamukeyama  stands in solitude

near the center of the outer corner.

She glances towards 

the Stone mountain, famous for a shrine

of a famous Japanese warrior.

 There, in saturated sunlight,

bright yellow-green crescent -

wild ferns encircle her bare feet.

Her gown a shower of brilliant purple lace.

The leaves turned purple in April.

Tamukeyama

Asks you to set your intention

This is a wonderful opportunity

Take your time!

Hand write 10 wishes

closest to your heart

Consider anything that passes

through your thoughts

What do you want?

Your desires will be magnified.

\what you say will be magnified.

Be wise.

Write each desire on a vellum sheet.

Close the book when the pages are complete.

Hide it carefully.

Be conscious,

The progressive season brings  transition-

the colour of the leaves from purple

towards burgundy and maroon.

Tamukyama   comes into her highest form

She starts to sport

amazingly bright red leaves.

Acer Palmatum dissectum forma astropurpureum

“hands folded in prayer upon the mountain.”

What seemed impossible before is just a thought away.

Believe!

A Poem is for Everyone!

Yes, it is true!  

Everyone can read a poem 

and ENJOY it. 

I promise you, poetry is for everyone.
So many people say, "I don't know anything about poetry." The seem to apologize for not knowing anything about poetry. Usually when someone says something like this, they are really afraid to even talk about poetry.

Why is that?

For some reason they think you have to be "educated" in understanding a poem.
I say, if you are an English major, or taking a poetry class in school, then you will be learning a lot about different kinds of poems and poets.

But if you are just reading a poem, and want to enjoy it, then go right ahead!

What is poetry really all about?

It is all around you; the air you breathe; the warmth of the sun on your shoulders on a summer day; the peas that are cooking on your stove; the music on your radio; the sound of the creek running in the spring time; swimming in a cold mountain stream, and every other thing you may experience.

Don't worry about what "form" the poem is!
Don't worry about rhyme, or meter or other fancy words that some people like to throw around.

Poetry is all about you, and what touches you inside when you read something.
Poetry is the very air we breathe.

It's for everybody!