This week’s poem, having time to think, I’m afraid I thought a little too much about time.

Aging

For that odd door of Alice’s

behind which rabbits run on unmowed grass

in unpredictably slipping time,

I keep searching.

Unexpected keys in words, names, smells

bring it nearer, clearer, but then after all –

nothing, just a shifting shadow,

an unexpected stirring.

Choice, direction, opportunity open

but which unlocked gate to choose

when none are that elusive shrinking door

I’m searching for.

Suppress panic imagining trees growing taller,

time speeding mercilessly

as I get bigger and older,  

and realize perhaps I gave up long ago.

No way I could make it through

any how.

Dhaka 2015

A monsoon Haiku

Green between

Between grey pregnant clouds-

fast rising waters,

earth grows gorgeous in green

Dhaka 2015

A poem about remembering to stop and smell the flowers, and write the poem that comes to mind.

Now or never

Pause,

panting

to think poetry,

or just rush on.

Good times for memory banks,

photo opportunities to like and share

and pile them up, load them in

for later examination

at my leisure…

If

at that time I can still recall

and if I live that long.

Denmark 2015

This week’s poem, inspired by a beautifully sunny Danish summer morning after a row of grey and rainy days.

Sunny morning

Wake up summer Denmark, breeze is whispering at your wide windows, frosty wind has gone West, long may he stay.  Birds have called since first light – soon after you slept at midnight.

Wake-up summer sky, clouds are gone and only white flight-tracers crisscross pale morning dew, breeze skips across water, delicate footprints shimmer over restless reflected blue.

Wake up summer’s youth, put on white new graduation caps, keep sun’s glare out your eyes. Rise and shine your silver hair, your clear bright faces, find and form yourselves in groups and pairs.

Wake up summer music, lesser-knowns tuning their instruments, testing, testing, for endless festival dance days of beer and song, evening dusks that last forever but not too long.

Wake up your parents, little snow-headed, chubby-knee-ed infants, content and wanted, sand and laughter, space and carefree days, drag them out into the sunlight to eat and play.

Wake up summer’s lovers, dance in Nordic light, planning, dreaming, stretch out under trees, along flowerbeds on green lawns, let’s have some summer weddings before the autumn storms.

Amtoft 2015