Announcing our new Poet Laureate [long]
lisaheft at openingspace.net
Mon May 14 08:34:48 PDT 2007
Dear colleagues -
nods her head
and blossoms spring forth
worms bring a i r to solid earth
the dew kisses baby birds with open hungry mouths
space opens for every being every leaf and every rock connected
we humans dance around on this rolling planet
touching feeling inviting witnessing
we open space to sit to breathe
to breathe to remember
in circles, one with
I write the poem above in honor of our new Poet Laureate.
Trees, please shake your leaves in applause, as I announce that....
Ms. Karen Sella is the writer of poem #1, "Open Space for Cats and Dogs",
and the new Poet Laureate of our OSLIST community
Ms. Fabulous and Poetic Sella will hold this title for the next six months
or so, holding space for poetry on the list by inviting, noticing,
inspiring, offering poetry.whatever is her unique way. And at the end of
that six months or so she will host another restricted form poetry contest
.and so the tradition continues.
We pass the leafy crown to you, Ms. Sella, with the deepest of bows.
Here again are the seven amazing poems inspired by nature and Open Space,
and now, the talented, thoughtful mystery poets will be revealed. What a
wonderful thing to have people like you in our world.
I walk through fragrant blue sky
Bare feet on wet grass.
It is too cold for bare feet,
But my teachers have taught me well.
Who can resist a noisy yawn and a warm wiggle first thing in the morning?
To greet each dawn and each other with a curious heart.
To be mesmerized by the smallest motion.
To breathe the air, the earth.
To inhale the stories in each blade of grass.
To forgo the coffee and drink the dew.
To listen for what can't be heard.
To bathe in light and nap awake in the middle of the day.
Is to arrive fully alive.
Forget the honey, taste the bee.
I have but one question:
When the butterfly lands on my nose, can I eat it?
Entitled: Open Space for Cats and Dogs
-- Karen Sella
Nero, they say, fiddled his empire to flame.
And Nemo ruled the watery underworld so deep.
I prefer our posted sessions and spirits to name
Above water, ever fiery, still moving, to keep.
-- Ralph Copleman
Smell the ripplering of the temple bells
bumblecat strapped with a
slice of toasted (w)oneder bread
devilishly buttered with dancing Goan ghee
uses its wingpaws
and doesn't quite fall splat
onto the groundless ground
of the agora
-- Raffi Aftandelian
pacific coast glowing gray in fog.
sea lions shout their lazy tales.
and here along the moist forest trail
el dorado appears: a small grove of pine
dripping with gold. paper thin flakes,
tarnished with black: a thousand gently resting
butterflies. we witness this treasure
because they have followed the
law of two wings for a thousand miles.
-- Jeff Aitken
A squirrel sniffing the air and looking around curiously.
A flurry of activity.
Leaves blowing in autumn winds.
Clouds moving gently across the sky.
A flock of birds sensitive to the currents of wind.
A sudden storm that seems to strike from nowhere.
A lake on a calm sunny day.
Moving from one place to the next - opening to all experience - opening to
-- Nancy Wells
a fallen flower
flew back to its branch!
no, it was a butterfly
or was it a bumblebee?
-- Kerry Napuk
It's the bells,
It must be!
As always my heart beats faster,
My body trembles.
Through my teary eyes,
I see the Spirit!
-- Elwin Guild
Happy amongst your thoughtful words, Lisa
L i s a H e f t
Consultant, Facilitator, Educator
O p e n i n g S p a c e
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