Happiness 7-1
woken by the sound of trumpets; a magic subway token; invited to the queen’s garden party.
woken by the sound of trumpets; a magic subway token; invited to the queen’s garden party.
city gates made of emerald; being okay with being a fool; new guitar strings.
gently moving out of the way; scraping the moss away from a rock and revealing a secret sign; a blazing red dawn and Venus in it.
mist rising from the lake like a sword; what the dragon said; climbing up to the hayloft to tell secrets.
fresh olives piled high wherever you look; hearing a strange sound for the first time; becoming wind in a sail.
rain in Barbados; slowly growing into what you always wanted to do; lots of pillows.
A new review says “Pursued” is “so compelling that half way through, I just couldn’t put it down.”
the cool sand beneath your feet at dawn; Prospero’s final speech; offered a gift to be remembered by.
climbing up to the crescent moon and settling in it to watch; softening; the piercingly lovely stran of pipes from the next valley glade.
young, strong women working the fields in colorful shorts and haltertops; getting the message; the sound of trumpets coming closer.
the wind quietly combing the trees; a basket of magic spells; daylilies everywhere you look.
slowly carving the wood to create a toy; sounding bowls; staying up all night and watching the sun rise on midsummer day.
putting the silver key in the lock and turning it; strength and gentleness; catalpa blossoms.
hundreds of dragonflies in the late afternoon sun; opening the door and stepping outside; having a long conversation wth a cricket.
Happiness 6-18: staying over; the abode high in the mountains, surrounded by cliff and cloud;
a field of wild poppies.
fresh nutmeg; bicycling on the roof of the sky; a long afternoon picking strawberries.
the neck of a giraffe; being lowered into the cave; a bath spilling over with amethysts and emeralds.
spectacular motions of the moon and stars; waving the wand; nestling into the nest after a party in some branches.
a piece of silver floating through the crowds, coming toward you; blowing away the smoke; diving for pearls.
a strange conundrum; using salt and sulphur efficaciously; silver sandals that enable you to walk on air.
sharing homemade jam with fairies; redemption; lying in the hammock under a fig tree.
“Poems from the Oasis” is a compilation of poems I wrote, loosely based on the idea of a year-long journey through life. We’re all travelers, and we all need a rest sometimes.