Friday, March 15, 2013

Built Up

Nation is built
upon nation,
tribe upon tribe,
clan upon clan,
house upon house.

What was new
passes away
as if it never was.

And now,
we are here.

Whose ground
will we become?


Dr. Mike said...

The Fate of Nations

A dojo is built,
Like its temple, not to last;
Each leads to the way.

[Disposable Haiku March 16, 2013]
Dr. Mike

Dr. Mike said...

From POETRY DAILY, here's today's poem, which I wish I had written:


Up the cutbank of a creek named after stone,
striking stone, I came walking, my fingers
stained with the pulp of raspberries picked
from branches arched over descending snowmelt
beneath two clouds and blue sky no one
built. Napped between that extravagant
quilt and sunwarmed sand until the taut line
woke me, tugging in my palm. The trout's
eye was a polished nickel poleaxed
by a drop of ink, though I am writing this
in the brown juice spit from a grasshopper's lips,
instinct having made for many a miracle
such as this emergent mayfly shaking its wings
dry, to whom I whisper—Go light and soft
with this pittance, straight to the lord
whose commandments are writ in water.

Chris Dombrowski

Earth Again
Wayne State University Press