‘Eleanor’

 awed by ‘Eleanor’

ebb and flow of emotion

writing and acting

re-write

editing is so personal

seeing what is wrong

versus what is other

than i would have written it

which does not respect

the author’s choices or style

ah, the relief and joy

when author and editor

work toward the same goal

fellow feeling

it has taken a decade and more

to begin to reclaim myself

after the years of daily care

for one i loved

if the only thing i’ve begun

to understand is the burdened

ones giving-of-self comes

at enormous cost to their health

lord, please keep me ever aware

and willing to quietly help

self-worth

blabbering tell-all

first to know, thereby worthwhile

last confided in

local weather

partly sunny—somewhere

but it’s the party cloudy

that has shown up around here

for quite a while

only the kindness and laughter

of family and friends

has kept our sunshine

peeking from between gray clouds

chilling

another night of silent snow

to laden pine branches with beauty

another morning of soul-reaching chill

to remind us of the plight of wild

creatures who cannot always

protect their offspring

and of the parents of war

who cannot always

protect their children

from leaders willing to sacrifice them

in the name of policy or conviction

expand

 snow gently falling in sapphire night

our world chilled to slowing

time for inhalation, catching of breath

a quiet explosion of wonder

that commands our attention

away from busy-ness to reality

of what-we-call time

as a local phenomenon

personal, now stretched out

to accommodate our need to be in awe

of what is so much more than

tasks or profit or accomplishment

but time to be present in vastness

time expanded to behold the universe

entitled because

“entitled because our forefathers

came, conquered and constructed

on righteous principles

our principles which we will not allow

other beliefs to diminish”

listen to what is—and isn’t

hearing the sighs of friends

in deepening anguish at the loss

of function and companions

humbles me in contemplation

of my own demise

but what reels within my being

for the lifetimes to come

is listening to the silence

of children engulfed in the horror

fear and degradation

of hate

in memory of Virginia Heald

In memory of Virginia Heald

Haiku

gentle soul smiles welcome

bending to help without a word

but encouragement

                                    mjNordgren  2/16/2024 N

little ones of war

a set to rosebud lips

that speaks of never smiling

an impenetrable darkness

to once sparkling eyes

that says “I am too old

to any longer cry”

though the teeth are baby

and hair still wispy

but experience weighs

heavier than decades

missing the mark

consequences of sin will be visited

upon the third and fourth generation

not in vengeance but in assumptions

of what is of value for sin

is less about right and wrong

than it is in missing the mark

about what allows growth

toward fullest humanity

john s. thornton

gentle poet

who captures the anguish

of uvalde and ukrainian children

and their devasted familiesmplate.

kelley island memories

child in the island cottage on lake erie

builds pebble castle on the rocky shore

doggy paddles back to uncle-propelled

raft and sings with family and friends

around the campfire spurting sparks

to the night and burning marshmallows

pink-gold dawn

haiku

 pink-gold tinting grass

wrapping pigmented glory

of the very air

odd dome

 in the dark before dawn

near portland’s west hills

a low cloud lit from below

hovers like an odd dome

eerie, disquieting not to know

what it is or how it came to be

moment of glory

moment of glory

tiny jagged rock

seldom naked above the surf

sporadically catches the edge

of a pounding wave

heaving spray as a glistening

ten-foot, momentary tower

              Lincoln City

not alexei

i guess no one taught you manliness

so bluff, bluster and bullying

are all you know except to whine

when things do not go your way

blame is due someone else

anyone else but self, though you

claim credit for all that goes well

near you

no, despite your attempted comparison,

you are not alexei navalny

disgusted with both of us

despicable him

but frustrated me

unable to communicate

my disgust that his treatment

of persons does not disqualify

him from what had been

a high honor

haiku

whitish night bird whirs

startlingly out of darkness

slow release of breath