Youth Poet Laureate, Amanda Gorman, at the Inauguration of Joseph Biden

I LOVE THIS WOMAN!

I wanted to call attention to the question being asked at the beginning of this pack filled brilliant poem:: “Where can I find the light in this never ending shade…” and the poem moves on rhythmically until we get to the penultimate:
The new dawn blooms as we free it
There is always light if we only are brave enough to see it
and If we are only brave enough to be it.

Today’s mainstream poetry barely touches upon the integrity, vibrancy, hopefulness, insightfulness —a deep resounding call to rise for goodness, and intensity as this poem. I am so happy to see a poem like this at this time in history.

Just to note: I will mention that someone came into this post and made edits. It was sly because they were not show stoppers, but for me they were. I have a lot to learn about technology and I moving my energy into accountability, instead of creativity.

In Honor of Martin Luther King Jr.

I went out collecting
flowers from all places
like an urban mountain
and the longest highway.
A ten mile lotus pond
a gospel singing church
an old meeting hall
and the Pacific Ocean.

So we took some land
dug it for marble hedges
yet the most glorious
bloom and buds came when
the colors came together. 
With no fences or divides.

Sonnet: Reflection on New Year’s Day, 2021

What can compare
to this love? What
could stand a chance
against the glory and grace
of God, and my King?
That small crescent
of the sun on the sea’s horizon
at the break of dawn —
//
Bringing an entire day
of light to the land — the ocean
pulling the incoming day.
This is where my love is
and my tide rises with him,
as the sun and I become morning.

One Sun II

The sun consists of love
and light to become God’s
true nature. How could
our scientific lens
capture His full bloom?
Camera’s show light stream
from a bud – the world
now the beginning

creation — rather
when our spirit dances
it casts light over
the shadows, beauty
twirling into the heart
without fear, but glory.


note: I casted this Sonnet in Hexameter, with the envoy to juxtapose the Sestet casted in pentameter, however, hexameter used in line 10 and the penultimate. I was hoping for the expansiveness of God to come through with the breath, when reading the lines of hexameter. The use of prosody I did not fully deploy here, however, maybe another draft would prove it usefull. This is one of those poems that I have been working on for too long, so I am freeing it to see where it goes.

Math and Queries

At the ocean,
I counted waves.
Doubled my math with white caps. Then my hands cupped sand and the sum was lost. These infinite places.

In the city, it seems the only lights come from skyscrapers, which compared to other peaks and the infinte stars, can we really compare? Less than or greater than?

I wonder how many people we have loved or in love? Not only people we love, but things: animals, flowers, places, food, books… add up each beloved part within us? 

How many times have we victorified? Fill in the oval of types of victory.  How many times have we prayed? Fill in the oval of types of prayers. How many times for joy? Fill in oval.

Morphology and morpheme, see Neologism: victorified