Thursday, May 31, 2018

earth note 590

we've done our best
to follow the natural contours
of the land
all of its raw spirit
from the grand tetons
towering above
where there are no paths
or maps 
just inner voices
where all else
is silent

--- e b bortz

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

earth note 589

heat and wind can't decide
how it'll get through the day
maybe just give up and rain
i watch the leaves for direction
bearing down on the avenue
the cars have become manic
     and now a police car
     gunning it
     lights flashing

there's a robin who hangs around
most every day
on the roof gutter
never much to say
skittish before
taking off
dodging just over the box truck

not a good day to move

--- e b bortz

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

earth note 588

photos by Sandra L Hazley

little torch key

every warning has a storm
even as the water becomes quiet
and your hands
take flight

--- e b bortz

Sunday, May 27, 2018

earth note 587

gray clouds
have their own sound
falling to earth

my eyes
are tuned to listening
from bare mist
there's heavy breathing

maples remain still
in their own language
hiding in green

--- e b bortz

Saturday, May 26, 2018

earth note 586

a poet travels light
in a full body
of white pine sprouts
before going thin
as bamboo

--- e b bortz

Friday, May 25, 2018

earth note 585

old bahia honda bridge

a sunset can be a portal
north or south
no decision is final
there's always a chance
to change direction
when the manta ray gather
follow the shadows

--- e b bortz

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

earth note 584

before it's all over
everything will have its say
even the chainsaw
peeking out of the city park
an unabashed counterfeit dollar
looking for a quick cash-out
or just following orders
     future generations of buds
     before they're born

--- e b bortz

Saturday, May 19, 2018

earth note 583

canopy waving
leaves turning over
like hands opening to rain
or an ocean surf
or a corner of the world
that can't be bought

i never understood
much about the buddha
except the stillness of the form
in the heat
in the afternoon

before the monsoon
your body will drip
like a rubber tree
water not blood
is where the river begins

if the soul could speak
it would begin
with a whisper
that you might not hear

once in a rainforest
i heard but never saw
a waterfall
laughing in steady rhythm
     like a heartbeat

--- e b bortz

Monday, May 14, 2018

don't talk to me about context

the editorials leave blood on the page
the only thing real
are dead palestinians
at the gaza border
drones survey a plain of death
thousands of gunshot wounds
below the kneecap
a generation missing limbs
facing a generation of snipers
where symbols have no meaning
you only need to see
the missing limbs

--- e b bortz

Wednesday, May 09, 2018

earth note 582

photos by Sandra L Hazley

bear river, nova scotia, late summer 2004

as the tide went
so went the clam pickers
the artists having now moved in
praising the ritual
as old as human feet at this inlet
there's a frame house with dylan's verse
painted on in bold mind-blowing colors
     one hand waving free    
     in quotes

at the mi'kmaq gathering
the drums and dream catchers
find whale voices
in harmony

--- e b bortz

Tuesday, May 08, 2018

earth note 581

canyon walls like cursive
their lines impatient with the sun
and the river rush     
     an echo below 

when dusk comes
there are words that fit the poem
you think you've found
before they adjust and move on
fissures are connected
passing over each hour
finding new meaning
from warm and cold rock
     a grounding for the body
there might be talk from some
that a hand came down
to touch all this
or maybe it's just magic
beyond the supernatural
the sun and moon
with a hand as well 

by night
a new song
and galaxy
will take flight
--- e b bortz

Sunday, May 06, 2018

earth note 580

i thought the end of the road
would T-off into
two new directions
so i kept walking
even shin-deep in peat
wetlands to feed
all of your best intentions
but no
that isn't enough
the end of the road just
brings you back
to where you started

when ginsberg played his squeeze box
all the walls and cigarette smokers
went into a panic
even strom thurmond shit his pants
the monsters went into hiding
even if it was just
for an overnight

then when you least expect it
the road will turn dry and rocky
the heat will pry out every last
drop of your brow
leaving you a hollow frame
in place of that fleshy smile
lips love
diving into

at some point
you'll become
on the great prairie
of endless sunflowers
without fear or compass
and earth
will breathe
in spite of the plunderers

--- e b bortz

Thursday, May 03, 2018

climb inside the words

for a sound
without rehearsal
from a root
beginning renewal
where a river
chases a dream

even with the body
flesh is but a medium

--- e b bortz

Tuesday, May 01, 2018

earth note 579

i will only think of wild flowers today
crowding out
the know-it-all
and know-it-less
selling a thousand kinds
of toothpaste and ointments
often confused with preparation h
like another advertising blitz
of wealthy health insurance companies
for the healthy only

--- e b bortz