Dakotas spoke it as mni wak’an
wak’an (pure source or sacred)
there was no concept of devil
til white man saw it as bad spirit
water that was undrinkable
created mirages like spirits
over the waters
marked it on the map
Traveling in North Dakota, I camped at this lake.
I was snowed in for days
kept the fire going in the woodstove
plenty of food in the pantry
wind picked up the drifts
moved them to fencing
all the while I fed logs
into the crackling fire
waiting for the melt
dVerse prompt to write a narrative. I am traveling in North Dakota and imagining what it would be like here in winter.
I am traveling through the Ozarks as I have a number of times, same highway, same destination. This time is different. The dogwood trees are in bloom, their flowers making thickets of white in a low canopy among tall oaks.
Where I am, surrounded by Ozark Mountains, the sun is setting and now the quiet water of the Lake of the Ozarks reflects the moon.
Spring in the mountains
flowers of many colors
open up to me
dVerse prompt for a haibun in a state of now
Destination takes us winding through hills and valley into the lake area. This is the time of camping, outdoor cooking, fish grilling, forget about what you wear while you smoke an old stoogie by the campfire (not me but the guy across the way).
Each day will see a new state— starting with Texas, Arkansas, Missouri, Iowa, Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah, Montana, Idaho, and finally Washington. Beautiful country this USA.
flatland and mountain
from going down to rising
sleep is deep in dreams
So comfortable in my life
eat drink sleep create
ready to create a better way
moving into new areas
no time to eat
there will be food later
prepare a bed
with many pillows
tomorrow will travel
towards a new destination
NaPoWriMo prompt to respond to a poem of choice. My life feels upside down right now, but looking at the new upside. Today was moving day.
Watch Earth rise from the moon
Half a century later
With Curiosity and Perseverance
NaPoWriMo prompt to put the moon in a poem. What about Mars?
WHO announces the end of pandemic
You do not have to wash your hands
or stay away from your friends
free to move throughout the country
and the world (with your vaccine card)
still be courteous and do not cough
NaPoWriMo prompt on news I would like to see. Can’t think of anything more desirable than this.
To My Dear Robinson Jeffers,
When the fog rolls and the horn sounds
I will think of the stones you carried
up the hill on Carmel Point
to set a foundation for Tor House
You kept going higher and higher
until you met the hawk
the world expanding around you
your small window with a view of the Pacific
I want life and death to come as naturally
I want to thank you for placing stone
upon stone in such a way it formed
narrow pathway to the highest point
Yes, my dear,
“Against the outcrop boulders of a
We built our house when I and my
love were young.
Here long ago . . .
. . . all that we saw or heard
was beautiful.” Robinson Jeffers
NaPoWriMo prompt on letter to a favorite historical figure and response by that person. One of my favorite poets. I visited his house and Tor House in Carmel one day while road tripping. Original take on this experience written in 2016.
Will men understand the mysterious language of those tears? Pope Pius XII October 17, 1954
I went there
Basilica Santuario Madonna Delle Lacrime
In the architecture of a tear
Took a photo
Ignorant of its meaning
When asked to fill a space with poetry
I want to know the meaning of those tears
Does she weep for His suffering?
Or for the plight of a humanity
Trying to return to God?
NaPoWriMo Day 4 prompt. I took my own photo of the Basilica Santuario Madonna Delle Lacrime in October 2019, not knowing that it was home of the weeping Madonna.
I took his road
against vibram soles
NaPoWriMo prompt on Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken