The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Wed 3/14/2007)

[RetroLounge]

Landscape

Isn't it plain the sheets of moss, except that
they have no tongues, could lecture
all day if they wanted about

spiritual patience? Isn't it clear
the black oaks along the path are standing
as though they were the most fragile of flowers?

Every morning I walk like this around
the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart
ever close, I am as good as dead.

Every morning, so far, I'm alive. And now
the crows break off from the rest of the darkness
and burst up into the sky—as though

all night they had thought of what they would like
their lives to be, and imagined
their strong, thick wings.

Mary Oliver

****************

RL

If you have a request for a certain Poet, post their name in the thread and I will find a poem by them and post it...

if you want to see some of my poetry, see the blog at:
http://www.myspace.com/retropaul

[zingaro]

1. That is exactly

what I needed to read this morning. In fact, I think I'm printing it.

Thank you.

That is lovely.

if the doors of my heart
ever close, I am as good as dead.

The crows. Oh, the crows. I see them all the time but will never see them in the same way again.

:hi:

[RetroLounge]

2. ...

:hi:

RL

[wildhorses]

3. spiritual patience---

takes time

lovely, thanks:hi:

[RetroLounge]

4. ...

:hi:

RL

[CaliforniaPeggy]

5. My dear Retro........

Oh, yes!

I have felt this too..........That I would die if my heart ever closed...

Even though the pain of staying open is sometimes too much to bear...

The alternative is death, and I'm nowhere ready for that yet...

This is one stunning poem........

Thank you.......:hug:

[RetroLounge]

6. ...

:hug:

RL