My Old Neighborhood a Poem by Danny P. Barbare

Barbare

 

My Old Neighborhood

Home
is
different,
not
so
blond.

but
it
is
the
same.

It
is
just
seen
in
different
colors
and
sizes
like
clothes.

Nothing
is
wrong
with
change.

It
remains
like
the
cold
or
warm
flowing
stream.

 

 

Danny P. Barbare lives and grew up in Greenville SC.

 

 

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Barbare photo via Your Daily Poems

A Handful of Earth and Water is Offered

Our last words were about someone you knew

His last words were about the joy of our conversations.

In one year you are gone.

But not gone

Already you are in the water and air

The earth flows through my  hands.

I offer it to you

In this place

In this place

where the natives have gathered

and have offered the water and the earth

to the earth

I pound the drum

I sing

My arms rise

The earth flows from my fingers

I lift water in my hands

to my ancestors.

to my ancestors

to my ancestors

 

 

………………………………jake

 

Art Animations

via Art Animations by Erin Anfinson

Erin received a BA in Studio Art from the University of Northern Iowa in 2001 and completed an MFA in painting at the University of Connecticut in 2003. Her paintings, encaustic works and stop-motion animations have been exhibited in a variety of national exhibitions.

We found her paintings, and drawings, and her website and thought to share…..

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Poetry, Art and Music

The Feather Story by Mike Glover

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I had a nice walk alone on the beach today. I needed it. Well, I wasn’t “alone” alone. There were probably 200 people on the beach with me. I was just by myself…and that was totally OK.
    As usual lately when I am doing a walking meditation there I am “talking” in my head with the angels and testing myself to see if I am able to then retreat from my internal dialog and be still enough to actually hear the replies. This can be very challenging sometimes, nearly impossible…but it seems to be easier for me there than anywhere else i’ve ever been.
    Here is a sample of the conversation today….
        Question: “How far should I walk?”
Answer: “One step at a time.”
“No, I mean how FAR?”
Answer: “I heard you.”
    So I just began walking at the edge of the surf from the pier to the harbor jetty that I guess is oh…about a mile away. As I walked I began to notice incredible detail in every small object. Even in every bead of sunlight on each droplet of every breaking wave….every grain of sand…every fragment of shell and rock….and the horizon and sea and immensity of it all… infinitely big and small all at once. I became completely aware that I really do exist, somewhere on a spectrum between the two. I realized how full of gratitude I suddenly was because when I asked where on this continuum I existed the answer that came to me was right in the center of it and I thought that was kind of cool. .
    “Find a feather,” I was told.
    I LOVE finding feathers! It’s always, for some reason, a very spiritual thing for me.
    I always have a hard time staying completely out of the water at the beach, no matter how cold it is. As usual, before long I was walking in the surf and waves were rolling in at knee level wetting the bottoms of my cargo shorts.
    “You know you’ve got pockets full of stuff Mike. Are you trying to screw up again so you can look like a dumbass and feel sorry for yourself?”
My answer: “Not really?”
    So I walked back to the edge again and continued on in the sand keeping my eye out for the feather.
    At one point while looking out to the horizon I remembered a T.V. show I watched the other night on the science channel about galaxies and the universe. “They’re REALLY out there,” I thought….billions of them.”
Answer: “They are right here too…in every grain of sand…in each one of these souls around you as well. No two are alike. You are ALL unique…your own special galaxy.”
    “Thank you for showing me that.”
Answer: “You all already know it in your own unique way. It is a knowledge that comes with being. You just forget it while you are being.”
    “There aren’t any feathers out here today.”
Answer: “There are seagulls everywhere.”
“I know, but that doesn’t mean they are dropping any feathers for me today does it?”
Answer: “Not necessarily… but you never know….that is why you are looking.”
    As I walked further along it started to occur to me that the water wasn’t really THAT cold…I mean for November. Theoretically, I could still take a plunge easily without needing a wetsuit. After much back and forth I finally convinced myself to do it. I dropped my sandals down on the dry sand just above the wet line even though I actually DO know better than that. I pulled my sweatshirt off and peeled my shorts off until I was down to a T-shirt and trunks. As I went to set my watch down on the pile I realized….THERE…was a single feather in the sand beside it all! A black one….about four inches long…totally out of place….the only one of it’s kind! It definitely didn’t come from any of the gulls around. As usual I felt instantly favored.
    I waded out and dove into the breakers feeling really JAZZED! I was actually DOING IT man! I was talking to ANGELS….and they were actually talking BACK!
    When I had had enough of the chilly water and I turned to wade out my attention was drawn to my pile of clothes on the sand about twenty or thirty yards in from me.
    “Wow, I really didn’t think very hard about dropping my stuff further up did I? Finding that feather distracted me I guess. Anyway, thank you for keeping them dry.”
Answer: The moment I thought this I watched a single wave, a rogue, the first and ONLY one so far to make it up that high, engulf my whole pile of junk and then slowly attempt to drag it all slowly out to sea with the back flow.
    As I figured out how I was going to transport my now soggy and heavy clothing all the way back up the beach to the trunk of my car I couldn’t help worrying a bit about a few things…cell phone…watch…Lexus key. They would all turn out to be OK….I guess they weren’t in the water that long. I also had the unmistakable impression that I had just become a source of great amusement for unseen spiritual forces and this annoyed me. I expect a little more from these guys!
    “What was the frigging purpose of all this?” I asked
    Answer: If you could find that weird feather maybe there’s hope for your sense of humor on the way back. After all, it’s a LONG walk!”
    Cute, very cute.
    Don’t ever expect me to fall for THAT one again!

 

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