a painting by Massoud Arabshahi of Iran
i folded the sheet of newspaper into a hat
the way my mother did when I was a child
if i made two more folds
it would have become a boat
but i stop at the hat and i place it on my head
once upon a time i did this to please my mother
so she would know that i learned from her
years later i wore the hat to make my children laugh
now my mother is gone and so are the children
in the silence of the house i wear the foolish hat
a hat made of folded newspaper.
no one sees
no one laughs
from outside
i hear the sound of a blue jay.
it is a lonely sound
-jobe
faith rings like a hammer
hope is the ore that we mine here
-jobe
hot and silent
summer
no sign of even one bird
no dog barks in the distance
i cannot hear any traffic
the sky lacks clouds
i stop walking
and stand perfectly still
my breath
my heartbeat
nothing more in all of the universe
-jobe
I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.
-Lao Tzu
Joy can be restorative. It can be akin to a good meal: nourishing and necessary.
-Daisy Hernández
There is nowhere to arrive except the present moment.
–Thích Nhất Hạnh
Dexter Gordon/Cry Me A River
some poetry links:
the website of poet ren powell
the morning porch of poet dave bonta
US magazine Poetry faces outcry for publishing work by sex offender
Michelle Obama interviews Amanda Gorman for Time about impostor syndrome and making poetry 'cool'
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