direct apprehension

Posted on April 8, 2017 by landl30

4.7.2017

hearing God’s voice

directly.

 

asking and waiting

for a word.

 

a sense attribute

more lost than found

 

for secular us.

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mister mallard – April 6

Posted on April 8, 2017 by landl30

4.6.2017

mister male mallard

sits on the muskrat

house warming

his eggs

 

missus is missing

but no matter

it’s a deal between

them

 

and the eggs will

survive.

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al fresco – April 4

Posted on April 5, 2017 by landl30

4.4.2017

crystal gems appear

on tree bark high

above us as we

sit on the porch deck,

 

sap running in

the trees as sure

a sign of rebirth

as the sun

 

we sit warming

ourselves by

for our first salad

of the season

 

al fresco

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b buttermilk syrup – March 31

Posted on April 1, 2017 by landl30

3.31.2017

b buttermilk syrup and

home-made pancakes

take me right on down

the primrose path.

 

oh tip me over and

drop another one upon

me. mother mother

I’m a-coming home.

 

buttermilk smilings

and homewheat

buckcakes, as if

my eatin time’s never

gonna pass.

 

take me home, oh

take me home-O.

I’ll repent in the

mornin’ but this’ns

gonna last.

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ambition, the apple – March 28

Posted on March 30, 2017 by landl30

3.28.2017

ambition, the apple,

that says I can do it all

be it all, say yes

again and again

 

that kills, draws down,

enervates.

 

it used to be the

way forward.

say yes to it

all.

 

now it detracts

drains, delimits

from living

a life.

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at the pond – March 26

Posted on March 29, 2017 by landl30

3.26.2017

mother mallard stands

upon the muskrat house

one foot balanced

and firm

 

father floats nearby

quacking to warn

us off if we walk

too near.

 

see honey, I fought

‘em off. told ‘em

what’s what. I’m

your guy…

 

another bluffing

dad, hoping we

don’t have to get

called on it.

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mid-lent – March 24

Posted on March 25, 2017 by landl30

3.24.2017

mid-lent, when ice

starts melting

water flows

and my heart

begins to open

to movings

other than my own.

 

mid-lent, mid life,

mid storm

mid desert

places of peace

begin to emerge

out of places

I wasn’t looking.

 

it’s almost always

the way.

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looking up, looking down – March 21

Posted on March 21, 2017 by landl30

3.21.2017

on our walks

she sees eagles

and I see muskrats

 

each of us

innately looking up

looking down

 

between us

hoping

that we might scan

the world.

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an empty hole – March 16

Posted on March 18, 2017 by landl30

3.16.2017

an empty hole stands

sits, what do holes

do, where I thought

we’d built something.

 

you only get the time

that you are there.

 

it’s okay.

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little muscles – March 17

Posted on March 18, 2017 by landl30

3.17.2017

little muscles

in the center of the

shoulder, neck,

back.

 

awareness

in the mountain, cat

cow, and crocodile

felt noble.

 

now we breath

deeply

and reach

for the tylenol.

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