Monthly Poetry and Vegetable as Art
FEbruary poetry
FEbruary poetry
FEbruary poetry
I normally don’t like corny rhymes, but this poem caught my attention with the line “What seems dead and what seems dying makes for butterflies to be.” Isn’t that how we feel slipping into our garden plots this time of year and beholding “what seems dead.” And it was written by a Dutch meditation teacher who received her training from Thich Nhat Hanh.
Clouds are flowing in the river, waves are flying in the sky.
Life is laughing in a pebble. Does a pebble ever die?
Flowers grow out of the garbage, such a miracle to see.
What seems dead and what seems dying makes for butterflies to be.
Life is laughing in a pebble, flowers bathe in morning dew.
Dust is dancing in my footsteps and I wonder who is who.
Clouds are flowing in the river, clouds are drifting in my tea.
On a never ending journey, what a miracle to be!
---Eveline Beumkes
march poem
FEbruary poetry
FEbruary poetry
Through the weeks of deep now
we walked above the ground
on fallen sky, as though we did
not come of root and leaf, as though
we had only air and weather
for our difficult home.
But now
as March warms, and the rivulets
run like birdsong on the slopes,
and the branches of light sing in the hills,
slowly we return to earth.
- Wendell Berry
Food is art
FEbruary poetry
Food is art
