Houses for sale in the Algarve
follow the cobblestone to the yellow one
imagine myself speaking Portuguese
eu escrevo em poesia
nadar no Mediterrâneo
dVerse prompt concerning an imagined house — I’ll take one in the Algarve of Portugal. Translation:
I write in poetry/ swim in the Mediterranean/grow vegetables
Standing on Navajo Bridge
I see two condors
on the cliff face they look small
great wings tucked and resting
Colorado River moves below
takes rafters through the Grand Canyon
hoping to see a condor
maybe a peregrine falcon
Our guide tells of the time
high on the rock ledge
temperatures so hot
fledglings died in their nest
Still I want to see a condor take flight
I want to watch it soar
Nesting condors have been observed at Zion National Park and I am hoping that global warming doesn’t push them out of their nests too early.
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 thaw
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.