Friday, October 31, 2014

31 October. Octopowrimo

Waves of Renewal

History flows in five hundred year waves
As I learned  as an undergraduate.
A few years more and we commemorate
95 Theses nailed on  church door
Amidst searches for lodging, friends,
Announcements for disputations
And similar convocation.
Miles away I wonder if anything
Slouches  toward Wittenberg
To catch a coming wave.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

28 October Octopowrimo

A Day after Sylvia Plath's Birthday

You felt the men in your life let you down;
in some ways you were right
but in others shared the culpability.
Perhaps had you written a poem to Ted
some of the anger increasing in you
might have escaped and granted
you more time, more writing.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Dylan Thomas Centennary

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XG1B_7r4y8
I read this in high school and began to appreciate poetry that did not rhyme or exist in four-line stanzas.


Octopowrimo 27 October

27 October

A century ago this day
Dylan Thomas drew breath.
For far too short a time
he invited us into his world
telling us of Wales
as only a Welshman can,
using the mastery and majesty
of language and sound
to sweeten our lives.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

26 October Octopowrimo

Reformation Sunday

A quick scan of the anthem before singing
reveals familiar hymnody
recalls others like it
sung in far-off places.

By no means a musicologist
I repeat what I hear
until with confidence and
enough proficiency
add my own spin to it
joining my voice to others,

This is the root of traditio
passing it on to others.


Saturday, October 25, 2014

Octopowrimo 25 October

This Time Last Year

This time last year was reconnection.
In some cases, like sitting in
the cafeteria or hanging ot
in the mall after school,
In others attempting to gather
wisps of memories of sitting
in some class or another.
But what matters most of all
is that we are watching the
memorial slideshow
pausing at each picture
remembering them as
they were once and
ever will be to us.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Continuation 23 October----Octopowrimo



The Twelve Bridges Road

If you are going to the Eccentricity
you travel the Twelve Bridges Road;
some of them are span a creek
or a tributary stream
but the one over the Broad River
stretches out in the sunlight,
a slender ribbon between
widely-separated bluffs.

Coming from the old place

the route was shorter
but not as interesting.
Flatness between fields
punctuated by crossroads.

But now out of friendship 
and a sort of obligation
I travel the Twelve Bridges Road


Not being told some things,
but expected to know them.
Not being told other things,
because I am not in the loop,
I offer pieces of the puzzle
but some are working on it
with pieces unknown to me
in clandestine conversations
while I am on the Twelve Bridges Road.

At some point you must realize
the road only goes so far.
Eventually you sense that
there are others roads to travel
and that you will never
resolve the enigma.

Since then I have never traveled
along the Twelve Bridges Road
through forest and crossroad
across streams, the North Tyger
or descended from the ridge
downward toward the Broad River.

Other roads delight me
and I roam to other places.






Wednesday, October 22, 2014

22 October continuation Octopowrimo

Continued from 21 October.....

If you are going to the eccentric place
you travel the Twelve Bridges Road;
some of them are span a creek
or a tributary stream
but the one over the Broad River
stretches out in the sunlight,
a slender ribbon between
widely-separated bluffs.

Coming from the old place
the the route was shorter
but not as interesting.
Flatness between fields
punctuated by crossroads.

But now out of friendship 
and a sort of obligation
I travel the Twelve Bridges Road




Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Twelve Bridges Road- Draft Octopowrimo 21 October

This will be over several days' time:


If you are going to this  county seat
you travel the Twelve Bridges Road;
some of them are span a creek
or a tributary stream
but the one over the Broad River
stretches out in the sunlight,
a slender ribbon between
widely-separated bluffs

Collaboration with Denise Baxter Yoder

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brqm9pNSP1A

I merely wrote the lyrics, and she did all of the magic! Thanks, Denise!

Monday, October 20, 2014

20 October Octopowrimo


Newly-mown fields offer some perspectives
to me as I drive by late afternoons.
Dotted with circular bales of hay
resembling loose wheels from some
wagon that is nowhere in sight,
offering a manicured look,
But I know the grass slowly grows
waiting for the wind to blow through it.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

At the Lakeshore- 19 October OctopowrimoAcross the blue-green water before usAcross

My dog and I, standing at the lakeshore
on a sunlit October afternoon:
the brisk, autumnal air reminded us
that the new season was well underway.
Across the blue-green water before us
blazed several clusters of distant trees
red-orange-yellow interspersed by green
of Southern pines among the hardwoods.
Pausing, looking, savoring the moment,
the Husky in her relishing coolness,
the pragmatist in me realizing
that the once-distant is now much closer.
She in her way, and I in my own way
acknowledge what waits as we head for home.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

18 October Octopowrimo

Catching the afternoon sunlight
Trees stretch skyward in colors
Of gold, red, orange and constant green.
Barely a ripple on the waters,
Nor sound here or over there.
Serenity spreads as far as eye can see.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

14 October Octopowrimo

The music we hear tonight live
we heard long ago
in halcyon times
of learning about each other.
Now the music
reminds us of those times
and of how our lives
have been sweetened
by the people we are

Monday, October 13, 2014

13 October Octopowrimo

To slake artistic thirst
only Castalia's springs
will satisfy.

Hurry then!
We shall go
and savor the taste
of inspiration
at its very source.

Friday, October 10, 2014

10 October Octopowrimo


A burst of velocity between treetops
framing the exit ramp
Southbound geese in uneven chevron
I wanted to head whence they came

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Octopowrimo 9 Oct

Asking which name I use decades later
causes me to wonder if you remember
what you so long ago used.
History's curse and blessing is memory.
What went awry becomes a wry moment in today.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Octopowrimo 8 October

Variations on a theme
that was discordant the first time.
Different composers attempt
melody but mire in cacophony.
Oblivious the band plays on.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Octopowrimo

For 7 October:

Gonzo-like hammering on the keyboard
in hopes of ome spark catching fire
and flaring across the universe
for admiring minds to ooh and ah
seeking temporary relief from
constant anxiety. Poets do their best.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

5 Octopowrimo


Slender narrow yellow fringe
shimmers in the east.
Pastures and farmland await dawn
in autumn coolness.
The stars have moved on
so blue skies may fill the heavens.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

The Telos of Time

The Telos of Time
I
If all time is indeed
Eternally present, somehow
Past and present coexisting
With future that has been
Will have been
And contained in every moment
That was, is, or will be,
How is any moment discerned?

Am I soaking my sneakers
In morning’s dew
In early coolness
With the sunrise over the hill
And sitting in the den
Composing these lines
As darkness shrouds the tall pines
Or as I do whatever it shall be
In the years granted
Wherever, however I will spend them?

II
Blissfully unaware of the connection
We remain
Separating them by tenses and times
Compelling time into a flowing stream
Into whose waters we step only once
At any given time.

Every so often, some of us
Glance at distant stars
Whose fleeting constellations
Show connections we perhaps
Suspected and set our course anew

III
At the axis mundi
Where the veil between
Eternity and time
Is somewhat lifted,
We experience the
Moment above time,
The transcendent moment
Where Creator and creature
Redeemer and redeemed,
Sanctifier and sanctified
From all places and times,
Host holding a host
Shatter time as it is measured
Transitioning into timelessness.

IV
Through action long ago
Continuing, never repeated,
We stand on the verge
Of was-is-will be and
Never-changing now
Ever-transforming
Ever onward-rushing
To consummation.

© Arthur Turfa, 2014

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