there is always spring , a poem


times are
weighty
fevered
fervent
anxious

the canvas of your life weeps
it is a call to rest ~
to rest
to meditate
to wait …

for spring, a benediction
please listen …
there is always spring

this week
clouds swelled
burst into tears
overflowed into creeks and rivers
crashed into roofs and trees

but you’re still here
a survivor!

rebirth
renewal
relief

benediction

nothing lasts forever
not even this

© 2018, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved.


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aspects of a story, a poem


There are open spaces in the plotting of a story
I print out for edit during one of my work hours
In the silence of creativity, a lavender plant
lends its fragrance and color, painting a calm
Outside squirrels scamper, toddlers play and
their grandmothers stand-watch in doorways,
chili stewing and stacks of tortillas, warm and
soft, rest and wait under clean kitchen towels

Spring is moving into summer and neighbors
tend their herb and vegetable gardens
They imagine the yield dressed in salads
They’re willing to share the harvest with friends
A world away soldiers download ordnance,
synchronized to the hum and click of my printer
Bodies fall, hearts stop and mother-tears water
my manuscript, blue-pencilled by rifle fire

© 2018, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved


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brightness beckons, a poem … and your Wednesday Writing Prompt

Watercolor by Gretchen Del Rio

Watercolor Phoenix by (c) Gretchen Del Rio

“In the midway of this our mortal life,
I found me in a gloomy wood, astray…”
Inferno Canto 1, Durante (Dante) degli Alighieri

in a mood
he stood at the wood’s edge and thought

……….why?

lost

this pained walk
under dark skies
living on the verge
wondering if he was
the plaything of his Lord, if so
a cruel game

from somewhere brightness beckoned
on the wing beat of sudden insight ~

it’s not your memory melting in the heat of time
or your true music dissolving unsung
nor the whimsy of some capricious god
it is, perhaps, Dante’s transformative hell

no love without yearning
no compassion without pain
no charity without failure

a Moses, he fell before the flaming bush
A Phoenix, he rose from the ashes
in his found humanity, he embraced life whole

© 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; Gretchen Del Rio (Gretchen Del Rio’s Art Blog), All rights reserved, posted here with Gretchen’s permission


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There are moments, sometimes light and sometimes dark, that are transformative. Tell us about that in a poem and if you feel comfortable share or a link to it in the comments below.  All shared work on theme will be published here next Tuesday, January 9. All are invited to participate no matter the status of your career: beginning, emerging or pro.  Deadline is Monday, January 15 at 8:30 pm PST.


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In the Sparkle Following a Storm, a poem


……..Dawn
in the sparkle following a storm,
in heady colors, in the space between
the lament of the mourning dove
and the din from a murder of crows.

Raindrops hangout in puddles filled
with gossip and reflection and the wind
hums and chants, disco dancing round
vital tree trunks and elderly buildings.

A  blackbird spellbound, drinks the sun,
listens to church bells pass the time.

© 2018, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes


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