Thursday, February 25, 2016


Welcome. Today for Spiritual Journey Thursday we are sharing thoughts about Violet Nesdoly's One Little Word for 2016: Mindfulness. Be mindful today. Notice the things you don't have time to notice.


My mind is too full 
to pay any mind
to the bird on the feeder.
Is it a sparrow or a finch?

My mind is too full 
to give any heed 
to the tapping on the roof.
Is it a squirrel or an acorn?

My mind is  too full
to notice the sharp smell
rising from the stove.
Oh, dear. Am I burning the bread?

My mind is too full. 
My mind is too
My mind is
My mind 


Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Some Things Never Change

I visited my mother in the nursing home today as I do on a regular basis. She's bed-ridden and sleeps a lot. Some days she's quite lucid and will carry on a conversation with me. Some days she lives in a world between dream and imagining.

Today she was drifting in and out of sleep. I collected her dirty socks and kissed her on the forehead. As I turned toward the door, she said, "Hold them shoulders up."

I laughed as I walked down the hall to the elevator. She's been telling me that since I was ten. I wondered if she was seeing me or the ten-year-old.

Friday, February 19, 2016

Leave Your Mark

What sort of grandmother

when water and sky are swollen, gunmetal gray
and the egret wading in the marsh is a white that makes
everything else in the world recede, and the slightest
motion of oar, trailing hand, or leaf creates a wake
that might circle the globe and return to lap
this particular silence as heat transforms
to needle the sky with lightning, and day
plays starless night,

takes the child,
yes, with a lifejacket, in the kayak
and shows her the wild peace of the world?

And who's to say which is fossil
and which is living creature leaving its mark?

             --Rebecca Okrent from Boys of My Youth

I hope you find yourself leaving your mark today. More Poetry Friday with Donna over at Mainly Write.

Thursday, February 18, 2016


Welcome. Today for Spiritual Journey Thursday we are sharing thoughts about Irene Latham's One Little Word for 2016: Delight. Click here to read her original post about choosing the word.

from Charlotte's Web by E.B. White

Wilbur tagged along at Fern's heels. When she waded into the brook, Wilbur waded in with her. He found the water quite cold - too cold for his liking. So while the children swam and played and splashed water at each other, Wilbur amused himself in the mud along the edge of the brook, where it was warm and moist and delightfully sticky and oozy.

Delight requires me to be present in the moment. It requires me to take a bit of time and decide where I want to be. Maybe the water is a bit too cold for me at the moment. It requires me to my find the wonderful, sticky, oozy joy of wallowing in the all that is best about this moment. 

ankle deep in spring
my toes prod the creek bed
sift cold sand beneath the water's surface
another step sucks my breath into my chest
and I race for sunshine on grass

© Doraine Bennett, 2016


Friday, February 5, 2016


Photo by Don Berquist

Reply to the Question: "How can You Become a Poet?"
by Eve Merriam

    take the leaf of a tree
    trace its exact shape
    the outside edges
    and inner lines
    memorize the way it is fastened to the twig
    (and how the twig arches from the branch)
    how it springs forth in April
    how it is panoplied in July

    by late August
    crumple it in your hand
    so that you smell its end-of-summer sadness

    chew its woody stem

    listen to its autumn rattle

    watch it as it atomizes in the November air

    then in winter
    when there is no leaf left

    invent one

Tricia hosts the Round up today at The Miss Rumphius Effect.

When Tabatha recently suggested we consider matching a song to one of the Poetry Friday poets' original poem, she asked if we had a way for readers to find our original poems posted on our blog. My answer was a resounding negative. In fact, I had just spent quite a long time the week before searching for a poem that I was certain I had posted on my blog. I did finally find it, but only after scrolling through about seven years of blog posts. Even then, it didn't occur to me to connect the poems and their blog post links. Duh.

The whole process did give me some insight into my own process and the confidence I have gained in posting my work. Some of it has been revised since it was posted. Some of it probably should have remained hidden in a closet somewhere. But a lot of it, I like.

So here is my list, more for my sake than yours! and thank you for your listening ears.

Wind Warning
Sinking Ship
Composing Life
The Ship Speaks
missing things
First to the Pole
Hungry Caterpillar
Sky Celebration
Martha's Choice
Nonet at Dawn
Snow Day
Conversion Chart for My Husband
Mechanics of Sound
Tortoise or Hare
Cancelled Flight
What My Mother Taught Me
Stanley Remembers

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Persuaded of Sunrise

Today is Thursday, when I participate with a group of bloggers talking about our Spiritual Journey (Thursday)! This week our focus is Justin Stygles's word, FAITH. While we understand that the essence of faith is confidence in something that we cannot see, I believe God gives us plenty of opportunities to see him in everything around us. I've been going through a lovely devotional book compiled by Sarah Arthur, called Light upon Light. This week I've been stuck on a beautiful prose poem by Walter Wangerin, Jr. Here are some excerpts.

from A Psalm at the Sunrise

...I cannot look steadfastly at the sun and not go blind. Holiness exceeds my sight--

Thou art above all created things. To everything made, thou art the Other. Greater than Thee there is no world...

Lux Mundi!
But in thy mercy thou shinest down upon the things that thou hast made. They brighten in thy light. Every morning they reflect thee. I wake to an effulgence of mirrors, and lo: I see.

For my sake, for my poor fleshly sight, thou changest thy terrible holiness here before me into glory--the visible light...

Deus, incommutabilis virtus, lumen aeternum!
From thee to me it is a might diminution: ever the same, thou makest thy presence manifest in things that are both mutable and common. But from me to thee it is epiphany: gazing at things most common, suddenly I see thy light, thy glory, and thy face.

Deo gratias!
For the sun, when it breaks at the horizon, transfigures everything. And this is a gift to me. For the transfiguration itself persuades my soul of sunrise.

I am persuaded of sunrise! Read more on the OLW at Holly's blog.