Grumpy hermit

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Talking to a grumpy hermit
is a training and a test.

They toggle their manners
off and on to probe your zest.

 They have the right to be silent.
They have the right to reject. 

Perhaps it is wrong to circulate.
Perhaps they are correct.


poem and photo by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0

Flaunt it

A washing line with shorts and long braids.
Washing my hair. So there.

I love my hair
because it’s there
not much
as such
but I’m not bare
up there

like you
and I won’t share.
It isn’t fair
and I don’t care
it’s mine
so there!


Photo and poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0

I saw this remarkable clothes-line last week, and today, out popped a spiteful, Dr Seussy sort of poem.

Heart of world

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heart of light
blue light
white fur a shimmer and shelter

dark and dazzle
erupt and jostle
so strong, so long, so longing

benign your spirit
stays and stays
beyond all fair and reason

in a thousand years we’ll get it
serve you, save you
if we can


Do you have better words for this desperate feeling?

When I saw these clouds, they instantly summoned lines from Gerard Manly Hopkins’ poem “God’s Grandeur”— I know my words will never come within cooee of his:

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0

 

Listening

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I can’t think
with that man talking
and talking and talking
about ethics
and how your clients love you
when you listen.

I can’t think
with that other man
listening and listening
and smiling and nodding
and sometimes
saying Yes.


pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-3.0

I wonder what you think about when you read this poem…