End

February 28, 2017 by leximagines

Day 28: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

In the end, I bless you
with water from Magdalene’s cave.

I bless you with breath of life
deep within.

I bless you with laughter
from my belly.

At the end of our month
of words of peace,
I wish for you rest and joy.

In gratitude, I bless your being
as you bless the world with you.

Munay. Aho. Amen.

And today we come to the end of Peace Poetry Postcard Month. The practice of writing a poem a day about how I step into peace in this world has been important work.

I continue to write, but with much less frequency. However, April is National Poetry Month and I participate in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo).

I hope you join me.

Much peace and many blessings,
Lex

Red

February 27, 2017 by leximagines

Day 27: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

John-Luke’s hands
stretched and pulled,
painted and blessed,
then gently tied the
powdered red bone
to Paa.

And our ancestors
danced my drum into being.

In peace she beats
in tandem with my heart,
Paa, the word for water,
red the color of blood,
John-Luke, Red Wolf,
howling our unity.

Water Is Life

February 26, 2017 by leximagines

Day 26: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

There are seven new
planets in the
Trappist-1 star,
an ultra cool dwarf
where water could be ice
for people like you and me.

In Benedict’s rule,
mistakenly titled,
for it is not one rule
but an entire book,
there calls balance,
moderation
between zeal and formula,
far right and deep left.

In the peace of all things
Trappists step intentionally,
we dance in rain,
planets circle their
sun waiting to be unearthed.

Wild Me

February 25, 2017 by leximagines

Day 25: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

Lately, I live in extremes,
a tipping place
where fear roars,
peace gives breath.

I see a wall built so high
we no longer realize
one another, safe in
our perceptions.

Wild me.

Help me see and hear,
touch and know,
we are one,
we are one,
we are one.

Parity

February 25, 2017 by leximagines

Day 24: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

Maybe its only when
we’re restrained in dark
we absorb our light

We see stars
anointing night

We know cold
because of sun

Hard rock yields
our touch to
gossamer down

Spring rain
subdues the arid dry

And peace reconciles
when we finally descry

Interlude

February 23, 2017 by leximagines

Day 23: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

In winter’s forest room
light streams down
from eternity’s birth,
moss unfurls where
no sun alights,
vines yaw, rocks
linger in peace.

Noiselessness drums
a tattoo of suspension,
clemency, tolerance.

In the forest room
we rest to wonder,
breathe to embrace,
slumber our transfiguration.

Bless

February 22, 2017 by leximagines

Day 22: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

You know – I didn’t –
you don’t have to be
a priest to bless.

Merely by our creation
we are ordained
to bless this house
in which we live,
this land on which we dance,
this sky and air we breathe
and fly.

So you must!

In peace and delight
may you go about
being only you
and bless.

Soliloquy

February 22, 2017 by leximagines

Day 21: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

Little bird, you fly
from morning chant to evensong,
then rest in arms
whose roots reach deep and strong.

In peace of Self,
not body, mind, or ego,
I learn to rest in hushed soliloquy,
no need to wander more.

Lost

February 21, 2017 by leximagines

Two poems lost to the cloud. Be back tomorrow. Sigh…..

Tilt

February 20, 2017 by leximagines

Day 20: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

I worry about lone wolf cubs,
and mother bears in dens,
water flowing thick and oily,
and growling stomachs unfed.

I see my place,
my warmth,
my comfortable peace,
and I wonder who I am.

I wonder how I am to heal
this tilted world disjointed.