—Public Domain Photos
MAKING CONTACT
A hand reaches out to you.
Don't ignore it.
Something senses your presence
and wishes to make contact.
How delicate and small it is
compared to yours.
You must not grab it.
It needs a gentle touch,
to be recognized and appreciated
for what it is, a part of this world,
as it knows you also are.
A hand reaches out to you.
Don't ignore it.
Something senses your presence
and wishes to make contact.
How delicate and small it is
compared to yours.
You must not grab it.
It needs a gentle touch,
to be recognized and appreciated
for what it is, a part of this world,
as it knows you also are.
GROWING TOGETHER
She was first attracted by his ambition.
He knew exactly what he wanted
and would settle for nothing less.
He always followed his instincts,
was never deterred nor discouraged.
Straight-forward, confident moves, his style,
this brash young man of the sixties.
She was a dreamer, young and wild,
and probably a little out of her mind.
His strength made her believe in her dreams.
Together they made the passage,
transported by years and difficult times.
Now, they seem to have gotten the message,
and are, with calm acceptance, sublime.
She was first attracted by his ambition.
He knew exactly what he wanted
and would settle for nothing less.
He always followed his instincts,
was never deterred nor discouraged.
Straight-forward, confident moves, his style,
this brash young man of the sixties.
She was a dreamer, young and wild,
and probably a little out of her mind.
His strength made her believe in her dreams.
Together they made the passage,
transported by years and difficult times.
Now, they seem to have gotten the message,
and are, with calm acceptance, sublime.
AS RAIN FALLS
Dark clouds loom across the sky
as if filled with resentment and fury,
a heavy burden that they have
held too long. How much longer
must they wait to release the
anger that consumes them?
They cannot be ignored forever.
Let it rain freely. Let torrents splash
and enrich the earth and all life
that dwells upon this precious planet.
Only then can we be nourished,
and joyously free as falling rain.
____________________
Today’s LittleNip
SENSITIVE EARS
—Linda Klein
Keenly poised to pick up sounds
as flower petals absorb sunshine,
cupped and veiny, grabbing
a whisper or a thrash,
alert to signs of danger,
aware of soft, sweet tones
that captivate and enchant.
A blessing are such ears.
_____________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Linda Klein for today’s fine poetry!
…free as falling rain…
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work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
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future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
beige box at the top left-hand side
of this column. See also
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom
of the blue column on the right
side of this column to find
any date you want.
Miss a post?
You can find our most recent ones by
scrolling down under this daily one.
Or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column.
(Please excuse typos in older posts!
Blogspot has been through a lot of
incarnations in 20 years!)
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
