Thoughts evaporate Yielding to infinite breath. Inhale. Float home.
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Poetry
“Float” for #tankatuesday
My wife will tell you: I can't float. For her, floating is yielding to the strength of water. To slow down, inhale deeply, held by its power. Me? I am on top of the water for a moment before my breathing quickens My belief evaporates And I am taken under by water's power.
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Bestseller!
The book I contributed to, Hidden in Childhood, is a bestseller on Amazon! If you are interested, get your copy here.
Congratulation to Gabriela Marie Milton and thanks again for accepting my poem!
Senryu
Trying the poetry challenge from Colleen M. Chesebro
A Senryu is essentially a Haiku, but instead of being about Nature it is about human nature.
I fixate on you As if you are in the room Instead of my phone
Cover Update
Updated cover for the anthology that my poem ‘Self of Steam’ will be published in.
This is what you shall do
I read Whitman’s poem last night. Really a worthwhile read.
This is what you shall do:
Love the earth and sun and the animals,
Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
Stand up for the stupid and crazy,
Devote your income and labors to others,
Hate tyrants, argue not concerning God,
Have patience and indulgence toward the people,
Take off your hat to nothing known or unknown,
Or to any man or number of men,
Go freely with powerful uneducated persons,
And with the young and with the mothers of families,
Read these leaves in the open air,
Every season of every year of your life,
Reexamine all you have been told,
At school at church or in any book,
Dismiss whatever insults your own soul,
And your very flesh shall be a great poem,
And have the richest fluency not only in its words,
But in the silent lines of its lips and face,
And between the lashes of your eyes,
And in every motion and joint of your body.
Getting Published
I’m proud to announce that my poem “Self of Steam” will be published in Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology!
Thank you so much to Gabriela Marie Milton for this opportunity!
Eclipse in a Dish
Subtle Part of the Forest
In his story, My student wrote: “our parents decided to move to a more suttle part of the forest.” Yes, he misspelled the word. And he was misusing it even if he spelled it right. But I'm not taking points off. Because now I want to move To a more subtle part of the forest. A place off the path, But just off the path, A place that everyone passes But not everyone sees. A clearing bounded by pine needles and leaves. Within, giving loamy earth. The air is the mingling scents of green. Sun light rays down Defining trees Giving them their shadows. Forest dust shapes the sun shafts that shooting-star bugs plunge through.
Wires Tangle
Wires tangle Like lives Like loves. Electricity twists wires Like lies twist minds. Wires twirl into one another Like legs intertwined. Wires find each other Like the time Even on that first day You just know You'll be best friends Combined.
Boz Bozeman 