Category Archives: poetry

Poetry Corner: On “The Impermanence of Forests”

My photo of Bryan David Griffith’s The Impermanence of Forests

They say this is impermanent
passing with time and fire
destroyed and forgotten
Yet they preserve me
in pictures and freeze me
in their monuments
As if they weren’t
far less permanent
than I was

(c)2017 Michelle M. Welch

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Poetry corner: In response to e.e. cummings

Not so lonely
we think,
falling where wind
and season take us,
singly perhaps
or in clusters,
one day green
and brown the next –
This is how it is.
We’re not the ones
who wish for eternal spring.

Poetry & photography (c)2017 Michelle M. Welch

There are numerous things I learned about the poem that provided the inspiration for this one while I was searching for a good image of it to add (below). One is that the full title is not “l(a” as is normally stated, (or “1(a” as people’s spell checkers seem to insist on), but “a leaf falls on loneliness.” Also, there’s some debate about whether Cummings used standard capitalization for his name or not. I decided to go with my teenage self, who remembered this poem, and stick with the angsty appeal of the lower case in my title.

From The Ode Less Travelled at Google Books

Poetry corner: Raft

Random Buddhist’s random shrine: repurposed things, thangka booklet handout from a class, cheesy Buddha statue on a keyring

Clinging to a raft
in a rough sea,
tossed around by anxiety,
crowds of nagging memories,
flashpaper bursts of anger

Looking at the people on the shore,
watching –
They’ve figured it out, haven’t they?

I wave,
letting go one hand with trepidation –
Hey, Sid?
Little help here?

He just looks up, smiles,
takes the raft away.

Poetry & photography (c)2017 Michelle M. Welch

 

Poetry corner: Wishing

Wishing
that we could fly away,
clouds in the sky
high above the darkness and ugliness,
untouched and ethereal,
melting in the distance

But we are fixed to this ground,
heavy and rooted,
no other option
but to become a light
when darkness falls

Poetry & photography (c)2017 Michelle M. Welch

Poetry Corner: Bird in Tree

You can’t see me
if I stay still
wings pressed close
hidden in the leaves
high and away
from threats on the ground
only a breath from the sky
openness and safety

Just an instant
and I’ll be gone
and you’ll still be there

Poetry & photography (c)2017 Michelle M. Welch

(Can you find the bird? Click to enlarge.)