Pilgrims and Poets Walk & Write Again

Pick up foot
Put it down
Scribble words
Move the pencil
around
Again
Listen
Again
Look beyond
Again
Pick Up
Again
Put Down
Again
Write
Again
Love
Again
Love
Words
Again

#Aros January 5, 2011 - Palm Reflections

Preface: I realized I was writing my stones with much less joy because I was so worried about the Stone Rules. Crazy, especially coming from free flow Queen that I am. So today, my stone is not a haiku and isn't even micropoetry. It is short. It is a moment in time. It is just a larger than I have been writing stone.

And it feels just right....

Palm Reflections

My shoulders lunge and my
breath stabs in-startled,

I see the gnashing scar in the
trunk of the palm tree I cherish
The one that lives just outside
my living room bay window ~

"Ouch!" my heart shouts in
loving compassion
and then I realize

it is just the yellow reflection of the camp-turned-art
table, shining its reflection in
 the window I look through
All is well

Just as it would have been
if the tree trunk was dented
and my heart tore open
a little wider
all is well

Wax (#aros January 3, 2011

Candle split, wax floods                 
from its middle implosion
not from either end....