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off for a week – April 15….

Posted on April 15, 2013 by landl30

Aloha,

Off for a week, catch you when we return.

LWF

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a young hand rises up – April 14

Posted on April 14, 2013 by landl30

4.13

A young hand rises up out of the pond

like Elsinore of the lake, reaching from

a depth, dripping towards sky

coming to a new, different, life.

Green gold leaves nestled back behind and above,

the hand is poised, longish fingers, thin with

tendons, the fresh dew waters dripping off the tips,

as a fine rivulet separates itself

back into the depth from which it is rising.

The hand is my son, coming up out of childhood,

strong, fine, elongated, pushing out

past the enveloping waters that once were his birth

now timing for a new atmosphere, air, difference.

He is not drowning, but changing. From water bound to air.

The hand turns, raises an index, cups, lets itself feel

into the new environment. What it will be like when he

fully emerges. Second birth indeed.

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Insert tab A in slot B – April 13

Posted on April 13, 2013 by landl30

4.13

Insert tab A in slot B. I put

together a filing cabinet today.

Do not use power tools, they

may damage the wood. Follow

the fifteen pictured pages. Place

screw couplings 8 into side H.

It is ever so much more pleasant

than taking apart the kitchen drawers

which come with no diagram. Just

tear out a piece of your heart and

throw it away. Do not use reminiscing

it may damage the moment.

Complications dissolve when you follow

the plan. It all works out to the builded thing

in the picture. Discard excess packing materials

in a secure container. Emptying the cupboards

has no plan. Find a box, and put it in a fox. If

it snaps, shut it off.

I shall move more things tomorrow. Do not

lift with your back, bend the knees.

I shall ask for help. Remember your age

you are not as young as you once were.

Directions. Plans. The contractor has them.

It would be nice if life was clearer.

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Posted in poetry | Tagged building, confusion, construction, directions, discipline, emotions, help, home, houses, journey, life, needing, planning, plans, spirituality, stress, structure, structures, unknowing | 1 Comment

a shorty – April 12

Posted on April 12, 2013 by landl30

4.12

A shorty tonight

time being too damned tight,

except for my son

he’s the only one…

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I saw Orion’s Belt tonite – April 11

Posted on April 11, 2013 by landl30

4.11

I saw Orion’s Belt tonite and then the Dipper,

clear and aiming, reminding me of when,

as a young scout and not knowing, I first stared

lostly into that crisp black crystal-spotted sky

that leapt into my heart.

I was young in the ways of the world, looking

for guidance of others who might know.

A father’s hand seemed so distant then,

that in the cold clear night I wanted

desperately to see and understand the

soul stories written high.

The Boss shared with me his reaching

up and out through them. The sky

was dark and lovely and full, and I nodded

as if I understood and said thank you. A heart

open enough to know a gift was being offered.

I saw Orion’s belt again tonite. I said thank you.

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old wood, small room – April 10

Posted on April 10, 2013 by landl30

4.10

Old wood, small room

intimate conversation

in hushed space.

The hollandaise was supposed

to have been on the side. Shall we

send it back.

How thoughtful and restrained,

tasteful. So that difficult things

might be talked about, with nary

a nod.

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bad dog – April 9

Posted on April 9, 2013 by landl30

4.9

Bad dog. The baleful head, already lowering, turns

a sideways eye up to my accusation,

and then ever so softly and gently,

lets the missing half of my salmon

‘n cheese sandwich

drop to the floor.

It must have been the cheese

Even unwrap a block from the fridge,

and he turns the corner in a mute ask.

We all have our weakness. And bad company.

Those pups from up the hill who munched

my pasta and parmesan off the back porch

one day. They’ve led him astray.

It’s that way with us all. Honest, part of the

family. But oh, that one thing… the apple

in the garden for each of us… and we fall.

It’s why my wife said that I had to forgive

him. He wouldn’t be able to stand the exile

from our pack. From the garden of our home.

So I pat him on the way out the door where he

has exiled himself in quiet on cold slate

since the remand. And I fluff his hair, chuck

under his chin, and rough the uplooking head,

to let him know that he is still in grace.

Still in the garden, our pack, the family.

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Posted in poetry | Tagged animals, belonging, Christianity, community, dog, family, forgiveness, grace, home, humility, isolation, longing, sin, sinning | Leave a comment

walking the other way – April 8

Posted on April 8, 2013 by landl30

4.8

Walking the other way on a traditional

trail today, the dog seemed confused. Kept

stopping, sniffing, looking, turning back.

It is a pond loop, but he is used to the other

way round, as if his sense memories

had a direction built in.

Going around the ancient Celtic well,

walking the path clockwise round,

to invoke the blessing way. Turning

the path reverse to unwind the good

and warp the ribbon of spirit to dark

purpose.

Does he know something that we

have forgotten.

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Posted in poetry | Tagged animals, Celtic, dog, journey, Opposing Views, Religion and Spirituality, spirituality, unwinding, Walk, water., wells | Leave a comment

spoilsport – April 6

Posted on April 6, 2013 by landl30

4.6

so here we are living on the west

slope of the world’s most active

volcano which is overdue for

another eruption

and North Korea wants to shoot

at us. What is wrong with this

picture of paradise? someone is

always a spoilsport….

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a stand up meal – April 5

Posted on April 5, 2013 by landl30

4.5

A stand up meal on the road

so good

a bit of leaven for the load

not wood.

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