The latest from the class I’m taking with Wendy Brown-Baez.
Where does serenity come from?
The still center not one single breath away from
where your knees are bent
along the edge of the chair.
Where does serenity come from?
Sinking into the sound of the June-soft air
as it brings the soft hand of car tires
on the cooling pavement.
Where does serenity come from?
Showing up in the middle of the storm
where clarity moves as
remembering to stay firm,
mindful of where the floor reaches up
to bear the weight of your feet.
Where does serenity come from?
Turning the corner
in a long, long, long struggle to stay with your purpose
no matter what.
Where does serenity come from?
A gritty, laughing dance
knowing this muddy radish you just ate
has given you the wisdom
of just precisely how to be thorough
in harvesting the garden.
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the work of a talented writer.
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I enjoyed your work today. I need to read, to write. Thank you for the poetry.
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Thank you for reading, John. Yes – go for those inner promptings, it’s always a blast to follow through and see what comes out of your creative spark. Did you write anything today? Cheers!
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I posted two new poems, yesterday I was on a writing craze. Six new poems. You are welcome.
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