Questions and Answers
Write a poem made up solely of
questions or perhaps of
questions and quirky answers.
WHO IS MARK AND WHY IS HE
ASKING QUESTIONS?
The lonely question Mark
sits at the end of the sentence.
It looks like
one half of an eye hook
looking outwardly
searching
to find its home in the circle,
and when it finds its other half -
they hookup
to feel complete.
The lonely question mark
at the end of the sentence
shyly sits and waits
and feels empty
until it finds its answer.
But one question
is said to lead to another,
leading to a bunch of questions.
The question is:
Do questions form of group,
a community,
form a support group
of Marked questionable questions?
What a question –
Sorry, but I had the urge to ask it.
©charlie elkind 6/16/201
THRESHOLDS
The wind of waking washed in
feeling refreshed
from the beautiful breeze upon my
forehead and mind
aware that the air was clear
while the rest of my dreams
and from my dreams
now slept soundly in the shadows.
c. elkind Feb. 2014
FINDING MY PLACE IN LINE
I do not walk
with nuances of nature
like Mary Oliver
I have no red wheelbarrow
nor will I eat a peach.
I celebrate imagination with mirth
Its humble humor talks to me,
it tickles my observations,
puns punctuate my place
my niche, my itch.
Write On!
c. elkind Feb. 2014
Write a poem made up solely of
questions or perhaps of
questions and quirky answers.
WHO IS MARK AND WHY IS HE
ASKING QUESTIONS?
The lonely question Mark
sits at the end of the sentence.
It looks like
one half of an eye hook
looking outwardly
searching
to find its home in the circle,
and when it finds its other half -
they hookup
to feel complete.
The lonely question mark
at the end of the sentence
shyly sits and waits
and feels empty
until it finds its answer.
But one question
is said to lead to another,
leading to a bunch of questions.
The question is:
Do questions form of group,
a community,
form a support group
of Marked questionable questions?
What a question –
Sorry, but I had the urge to ask it.
©charlie elkind 6/16/201
THRESHOLDS
The wind of waking washed in
feeling refreshed
from the beautiful breeze upon my
forehead and mind
aware that the air was clear
while the rest of my dreams
and from my dreams
now slept soundly in the shadows.
c. elkind Feb. 2014
FINDING MY PLACE IN LINE
I do not walk
with nuances of nature
like Mary Oliver
I have no red wheelbarrow
nor will I eat a peach.
I celebrate imagination with mirth
Its humble humor talks to me,
it tickles my observations,
puns punctuate my place
my niche, my itch.
Write On!
c. elkind Feb. 2014
| Charlie's Poetry - Page 10 |
Wire Walker Prompt
Write a poem about actual or metaphoric tightrope
walking
THE TAUT TIGHTROPE
Traversing a taut tightrope
between spontaneous spiritually awareness
and living in the modern mundane world.
A world full of attachments and suffering,
full of emotional swings
and conditioned thinking.
Seek not to be blown away
by the winds of change
and desires-
walk softly
when on-line.
Try to stay symmetrical and balanced
paused in the Middle way.
Tipping, tripping far off center,
in either direction -
can callously cause one to
plummet and plunge
into a fall.
Hold the alignment tight
of being essentially beneficial
in the world
but still consciously keeping
that inner alignment
alive and vital.
Bringing the
compassionate understanding
into all situations
is the goal of Gold.
© charlie elkind june 1, 2013
Write a poem about actual or metaphoric tightrope
walking
THE TAUT TIGHTROPE
Traversing a taut tightrope
between spontaneous spiritually awareness
and living in the modern mundane world.
A world full of attachments and suffering,
full of emotional swings
and conditioned thinking.
Seek not to be blown away
by the winds of change
and desires-
walk softly
when on-line.
Try to stay symmetrical and balanced
paused in the Middle way.
Tipping, tripping far off center,
in either direction -
can callously cause one to
plummet and plunge
into a fall.
Hold the alignment tight
of being essentially beneficial
in the world
but still consciously keeping
that inner alignment
alive and vital.
Bringing the
compassionate understanding
into all situations
is the goal of Gold.
© charlie elkind june 1, 2013
The Turn it Upside Down Exercise
In your poem turn something upside down, perhaps
your surroundings
SLEEPING SEEDS
I woke up this morning
perched on the ceiling
looking down at my life -
giving me a clarity, a charity
to everything I saw.
I woke up today, tangled and twisted
in the roots of a weeping willow.
Then slowly I went back to sleep.
Time and time
again
after a pointed pause
I awoke anew in the glorious golden head
of a sumptuous and seeded Sunflower.
What does a tree look-like
from the point of view of its roots,
What song does an apple sing at its core?
What’s inside a seed
that makes it open,
what’s inside a heart, that makes it beat,
besides the pumping panging passions of our blood.
What type of water
will make our
heads sprout and grow,
what compost is needed
for the kernel of our compassion
to bud.
Looking outside the flower box
I planted
helps me to see, limitations
and prisons, inside and out
Looking outside the mere words
of what I write
helps me to glimpse
from whence I came.
©charlie elkind 6/23/2013
In your poem turn something upside down, perhaps
your surroundings
SLEEPING SEEDS
I woke up this morning
perched on the ceiling
looking down at my life -
giving me a clarity, a charity
to everything I saw.
I woke up today, tangled and twisted
in the roots of a weeping willow.
Then slowly I went back to sleep.
Time and time
again
after a pointed pause
I awoke anew in the glorious golden head
of a sumptuous and seeded Sunflower.
What does a tree look-like
from the point of view of its roots,
What song does an apple sing at its core?
What’s inside a seed
that makes it open,
what’s inside a heart, that makes it beat,
besides the pumping panging passions of our blood.
What type of water
will make our
heads sprout and grow,
what compost is needed
for the kernel of our compassion
to bud.
Looking outside the flower box
I planted
helps me to see, limitations
and prisons, inside and out
Looking outside the mere words
of what I write
helps me to glimpse
from whence I came.
©charlie elkind 6/23/2013
THE TT MUSIC OF HEALING
FIRST MOVEMENT
The soul within my hands
prepares to be the conduit for healing
Centering myself
as I gently put my hands on shoulders
of the person sitting before me.
Relaxing and gently feeling the connective
hook-in
with the other and with-in myself.
Perceptively aware
scanning their field
looking for imbalances or health.
SECOND MOVEMENT
The prelude now over
the healing concert begins
I become an instrument, also a conductor
working with an orchestrated score
of prana and karma -
using my hands as a wand, a baton
to bring vibrational sounds and organs into
harmony.
THIRD MOVEMENT
The music duet deepens
with balances of emotions and mind
feeling the unified rhythms
the present wholeness
as I take note of a
crescendo of completeness.
Interlude
FOURTH MOVEMENT
we both hug
in mutual gratefulness.
charlie elkind 10/15/2013
FIRST MOVEMENT
The soul within my hands
prepares to be the conduit for healing
Centering myself
as I gently put my hands on shoulders
of the person sitting before me.
Relaxing and gently feeling the connective
hook-in
with the other and with-in myself.
Perceptively aware
scanning their field
looking for imbalances or health.
SECOND MOVEMENT
The prelude now over
the healing concert begins
I become an instrument, also a conductor
working with an orchestrated score
of prana and karma -
using my hands as a wand, a baton
to bring vibrational sounds and organs into
harmony.
THIRD MOVEMENT
The music duet deepens
with balances of emotions and mind
feeling the unified rhythms
the present wholeness
as I take note of a
crescendo of completeness.
Interlude
FOURTH MOVEMENT
we both hug
in mutual gratefulness.
charlie elkind 10/15/2013
