to bless a poem

Instinctual rhythms flowing
forth, heart's exposure, mind's
dance, body's temerity, all
writhe in angst of
revelation, leaving clues
for the future. The
journey veiled by dreams of
hopes renewed and inspired.

May metamorphosis stand in
the gap with these words revealing
vicarious effort of poet's gift.
And may the poem, whimsical,
playful, darkly foreboding, prophetic, or
any of thousands of understandings
it brings, be vigilant to turn
hearts at every reading, conferring fellowship
with kindred of the universe.

May your poem be blessed.
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Footnote:
I hope each of you poets in the world will take this to heart and know your "creative art" blesses this world and the value of your life is without measure.

Oceans a poem by Jimenez

Oceans
by Juan Ramon Jimenez

I have a feeling that my boat
has struck, down there in the depths,
against a great thing.
And nothing
happens! Nothing...Silence...Waves...

--Nothing happens? Or has everything happened,
and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life?

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How do you experience your presence?

See move about the Poet here.

cling to your core

visualize the fog of late fall
cut through to daylight, sun, wind, color
cling to your core

smell the earth, breath in, release it
memory and instinct entwine
cling to your core

ebb and flow, wash over, yield to it
let the sea cleanse
cling to your core

lovely thought, hold it, wait for it,
keep the mind focused
cling to your core
cling to your core

the process

incredible describes the process, a molecule formed
then gathering with more of its own drops gain potential
ultimately falling to grass, glade, trees, earth to pool
releasing gravity's energy gain in mass they glide and form
creasing clay surface with the signature of primal presence

incredible describes the process, connection formed
then gathering grace emotions gain potential
ultimately expressing in voice, sight, touch, tender charm
releasing gracious energy of the encounter as they form
creasing human clay with the signature of primal presence

It is no accident to find in heart

It is no accident to find in heart,
Love there a year beyond a wondrous fall
Six months since breaking up it gives a start
No thought we’d meet, or greet, or tease at all
No lunch, nor meal, nor church, nor dance, nor mall
Yet in clear head this visage does remain
Reminder of the grace that love can gain.

Should fate tempt two as these in love once more,
Would life beg them cast this fond lot again,
It is known hearts are bound to wind up sore,
E’en if majesty outweighs any sin,
Shy will the two be, though they surely win,
Accept the lesson love’s storm has to teach,
Let go true lovers of the heart's strong leash.