Glenn Currier

Glenn Currier Nov 2020

What is it I love about autumn?
Is it the syncopated falling -
an umber mirror of my life
the chronic crawling
back from a dying state,
the challenge of letting go,
hope of writing a clean slate
or is it the blessed wait
of this transition season
for the coming blast
and its harvest
of accretion?

I’ve always said that autumn is for poets. I think about how autumn is a season very reflective of the process of creation. Just like giving birth is full of pain and suffering, without it there is no new life. Just about the time we think we are in control, basking in the sun of late summer, we are thrown into a state of dying in this present season, this present reality. So in a way, autumn is a natural process of growth. The adolescent must let go of the joy of childhood. The adult must let go of the passionate soakings of adolescence. Definition of accretion - an increase by natural growth or addition, (astronomy) the formation of a celestial object by the effect of gravity pulling together surrounding objects and gases.

#falling #rising #growing #dying #life #suffering #joy #creation

Nov 2020

Carlo C Gomez

Night Hangs Like a Prisoner

I heard the chimes
of iniquitous wind
rush in upon
familial branches bent
in the middle
it sent the smallest stems
adrift
to spiral
as lost sons and daughters
captured in darkness
and forced to bow before
the lightning strikes
of tyranny

For the Mothers of the Disappeared

#children #abduction #lost #chile #argentina #war #death #u2

Glenn Currier Nov 2020

Crawling

The ants
                      are crawling

                                          on this screen

hoping like me

                                                to find the inside

                       of this light

Dedicated to shamamama on this website – see his pages at: https://hellopoetry.com/u729585/ . Thanks shamamama for the idea for this poem in your poem: "apple light."

#shamamama #inspiration #support #connection #tropicalisle #fantasizingaruba

Glenn Currier Oct 2020

Emerald Days

The afternoon sun shines green in the Elm
bathes the day in transparent glory
autumn grants a few more emerald days
in a clear bright sky of blue.
Oh how the wonders of this earth
cast hope to me
piercing shadows with what is true.

Glenn Currier Oct 2020

October Muse

I embrace you in all your goodness.
I embrace your spirit, the breath of freshness.
I embrace you the creative force in the universe and in me.
I embrace you in all your humanity that I love,
in my humanity I love.
I am waking up to you in my day dreams
where figments of you
sneak into my psyche.
If I but take a moment to laze, to relax
and give the slightest effort
to place myself in your presence
you creep up into me
and even in a shallow breath you enliven my lungs.
You are here in the slow cool breath of winter,
hardly seen in the young tallow trees
whose hearts are just barely moved
but even in what cannot be called a flutter
they shrug the change of the seasons
as if to say to you:
we are here, ready to be transformed.

Glenn Currier Oct 2020

Stubborn

How stubborn am I
switching off the guy
who dares disagree
or who once offended me
like the pious phony pols
their oily speeches and hollow calls.
See what I mean?
I can’t resist a keen
cutting critique of my doctrinal foes
in my poetry and my prose.
Why can’t I give up judging
and like you, be stubbornly loving?

Glenn Currier Oct 2020

Oasis

This place is an oasis
in the midst of loneliness.
How could I be so lonely
while wrapped in your embrace?

For the poets on HePo

#hepo #lonliness #acceptance #love #creativity #appreciation #noticing #lingering #takingtime #connection