Peaches Upon Sweet Juicy Words (Sunday Picnic at the You-Pick Farm)

[jjhunter]

Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.

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[lnhammer]

Only a couple more cantos of Orlando Furioso, but I did write a couple poems based on I Ching hexagrams.


33. Dùn - Retreat

The mountain rises against the dark sky,
a mass blockading half the winter stars.

We stamp hard feet, rub numb hands, as we try
to glimpse a streak of light, a stone's bright death

in shock attack against this air of ours --
which in our faces clouds as frozen breath.

*
Against the night's assault, we're weak -- the cold,
the time, the size of it all. It's time to fold:

pack up the scopes and charts of our desire
that map our quest for the universal numen --

with one last glance, retreat inside to human
companionship, small scales, and sleep, and fire.


---L.