take a break
put down the phone
open the door
go outside
see the sky
smell the world
feel the wind
find something nice
a flower, a tree, a snazzy car, a friendly face
close your eyes
smile a quiet smile
breathe
and tuck this image away
for future use
because when storm clouds gather
and fires of anger rage
we will need that cache of secret moments
to bolster our resolve
with memories of peace
Posts Tagged ‘modern poetry’
Take a Break
Posted in Poetry, tagged creative writing, modern poetry, Poetry on 19 Mar 2026| Leave a Comment »
Lost Cat
Posted in Gardening, Poetry, tagged cat, modern poetry, Poetry on 07 Feb 2026| Leave a Comment »
he appeared one day
four-footed storm cloud
walking up to our deck
like he’d been there all his life
I said hey and
he squinted a smile
rising up to nuzzle my
offer of friendship
he became a fixture
prowler in the gardens
riding shotgun on my shoulder
as he supervised my labors
but his candle was brief
his rumble now silenced
and his spot in the sun
forever empty
Cruel Winter
Posted in Poetry, Politics, tagged Campos, Cáceras, CBP, Díaz, DHS, Domíngues, Good, ICE, La, Minneapolis, Minnesota, modern poetry, murder, noem, Poetry, Pretti, resist, Stephen Miller, Trump, Yáñez-Cruz on 29 Jan 2026| Leave a Comment »
three shots, maybe four
from her ‘I’m not mad at you’
to his ‘fucking bitch’
five shots, maybe ten
to go from ‘Are you okay?”
to oblivion
two deaths plus six more
this winter of ’26
merely a month old
Cáceras, Campos,
Díaz, La, Good, Yáñez-Cruz,
Domíngues, Pretti
remember their names
that their dreams and hopes and joys
are not forgotten
Can You Hear It?
Posted in Poetry, tagged creative writing, modern poetry, Poetry, politics, vignettes on 15 Jan 2026| Leave a Comment »
Can you hear it?
in the dark of sleepless nights
the pop of baton-starred windows
the piercing whistles of warning
the tear-choked cries of “Shame!”
Can you?
through the oily drumbeats
the thumping of heartless chests
the empty heads nodding at golden tributes
the apotheosis of clowns
I can.
from the massed rumbling of voices
the rising sirens of dissent
the crackling of crumbling facades
the electric hum of investigative light
Just listen.
to its wheezing, wet and panicked
its whimpers echoing down shadowed halls
its spittle-flecked lips mouthing repurposed slogans
its ancient rage bubbling up, phlegmy and thick
Know what it is?
it’s the death rattle of the ruling class
the final breaths of discordant power
twitching in spasmodic bursts of violent hate
as the people stand up and prepares to march ahead
Time for change.
Sowing
Posted in Poetry, tagged creative writing, gardening, modern poetry, Poetry, quiet living, Serenity on 08 Jan 2026| Leave a Comment »
this seed
on my fingertip
dark hard smooth
small as a gnat’s wing
shiny as a starling’s eye
is a kernel of hope
a dream undreamt
of warm sunshine
and cleansing rain
and to plant it
in this black loamy bed
heady with life
is to say a prayer
for food
for flowers
for beauty
for peace
New Eyes
Posted in Creativity, Poetry, tagged aging, creative writing, modern poetry, perspective, Poetry, quiet living, Serenity, vignettes, youth on 26 Nov 2025| Leave a Comment »
the boy stood there as I drove by
staring at me as if
he’d never seen my like
and of course he hadn’t
for I was a new thing
the first of my kind
to him
and I thought
oh, please, give me those eyes
those new eyes
eyes that have not yet learned
to see the world
as pigeon-holed types
sorted and rendered into
a broad-brushed tonal pastiche
driving on I prayed
let me see things
in their wondrous uniqueness
not just as
a house a fence a woman walking her dogs
but as
this house
clad in bright happy greens
partnered by a particolored sweetgum tree
brass bright on its red door
mullioned windows glinting
in shafts of the morning’s autumn light
this fence
gap-toothed and silvered with age
mottled with lichen
bent by the storms of years
a ragged highway for squirrels
racing from yard to yard
this woman
bundled in her well-worn tweed
grey hair peeking out from under a magenta cloche
breath puffing like word balloons as she talked
to the tired waddling retriever his snout misted with age
to the jaunty-stepping shepherd that looked up to ask
am I a good dog today?
let me live in this real world
let me revel in this multifarious creation
let me see life as it is
give me new eyes
again
Today’s 4,000
Posted in Creativity, Poetry, tagged creative writing, haiku, modern poetry, nature, novel writing, Poetry, quiet living, Seattle, Writing on 13 Nov 2025| Leave a Comment »
rain, cold, and woodsmoke
a cottage in the deep green
homespun alchemy
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 