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Grief (Sonnet)

"His death left a void," the headline read. All deaths leave a void, absence of space like a black hole of nothingness, dead silence and of what once was, no trace remains, just remnants of memories of somethings said, done, activities and glimpses into eternity, gone, bringing us to a new place where sadness overwhelms, enormity, nothing, feels like more than we can bear, a growing gnawing tearing at your gut until you can't take any more emptiness. The contrast with living is stark, startles, and the only way you can still be close to the feeling is pain, it's the closest you can say you are loved; it's the evidence you dared to love; it's the pain, nakedly bared. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Wandering and Waxing Moon (Sonnet)

Wandering and waxing moon, airy mind and visions, rainy sky, dreams unfolding. Frozen in the in-between, the green-vined leaves await the time for falling, golding, turning autumn, in the meantime, holding on, they hang in mottled drear, not quite dead but not still here; future hints beholding a watercolor wash of yellow, red. I often wonder why the world's unkind as the headlines evil deeds upholding; paying attention carries sense of dread. Like vines, your future is with mine entwined, and moving through the thresholds takes bolding action to make this moment's watershed. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019 Thank you for following my poetry blog. I greatly appreciate your readership of my posts, and knowing you are reading is very motivating to my muse. I wonder if you can do me a favor. I have a goal to reach 500 followers. Between my Focail do a Chara blog, my Focail do a Chara Facebook page, and my Medium page, I currently have 397 followers, so I've

Turning Point and Liminal Space (Sonnet)

Wet brown leaves coat every surface and droplets of rain cling tightly as if hanging there was their purpose. This is a day to hold lightly, nighttime rain remnants and brightly colored red and gold foliage frame the change, a loss you can see, turning points always take courage, and liminal spaces flourish in the pause, hold their own beauty. If the journey's hard, it's up to us to make the choice, fearful versus bold. Think of a prayer said nightly; exchange of that which will nourish. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019 Thank you for following my poetry blog. I greatly appreciate your readership of my posts, and knowing you are reading is very motivating to my muse. I wonder if you can do me a favor. I have a goal to reach 500 followers. Between my Focail do a Chara blog, my Focail do a Chara Facebook page, and my Medium page, I currently have 397 followers, so I've got a way to go to get to 500 followers. If you enjoy reading my poetry, would you pleas

Poem of Instruction (Haibun)

When you are knee-deep in paper grading and reviews are overdue, and editor remarks --constructive criticism-- still ring in your eyes and five people want to talk to you now and your muse has moved south, remember to breathe, remember the kind words and kindred souls, yourself, remember who you are after you peel away your carefully crafted business casual, hippie chic shoes and intellectualism jargon and pseudo compassionate care, when your heart is in charge and the child within is let out to play, when your degrees take a backseat to your hopes and your fears give way to courage, follow the river's flow, meandering wildly, one day at a time. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Six-Word Memoir

Late summer sun, ready to fall. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Six-Word Memoir

Help me discover who I am. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Holy Wells Everywhere

Holy wells everywhere, holy waters flowing deep and circling pools of holy possibility. Follow sunward, then seasons of life, let the signposts speak to you, listen closely, for they are subtle and secrets abound. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Six-Word Memoir

Please don't discover what I fear. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Haiku

Generous sowing, humbling understanding, surrender results. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019 Thank you for following my poetry blog. I greatly appreciate your readership of my posts, and knowing you are reading is very motivating to my muse. I wonder if you can do me a favor. I have a goal to reach 500 followers. Between my Focail do a Chara blog, my Focail do a Chara Facebook page, and my Medium page, I currently have 397 followers, so I've got a way to go to get to 500 followers. If you enjoy reading my poetry, would you please invite others to follow me as well? If they want to read all my poetry when I post it, they should follow me on Facebook or on my blog. When you're on my Facebook page, you can share the page and invite your Facebook friends to follow me; or you can give friends my information (search for Christine Salkin Davis@focaildoachara). On my blog, you can invite people directly by sending them the link (www.focaildoachara.com), or you can forwar

Six-Word Memoir

Rebuild, reborn, again, again, again, again. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Haiku

Turning points, plot twists, climax and a denouement rewrite the ending. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Six-Word Memoir

Life and death and courage between. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Haiku

The path is wet and puddles, mud, your feet are wet. Conditions ripe, growth. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

The Fire Within

The fire of the weathered tree lives in me, cycle of life, decay and birth, in my cells and soul, shimmering light on golden leaves, and I wonder what a light on my dark places would illuminate. The cobwebs in my mind, and world-weary thoughts. The fire of the spider lives in me, easily discarded but less easily forgotten, returns again and again and again, inching along a world large and foreign, unfriendly, unnoticed. The spider's web on the tree connects the brown leaves and new shoots, advancing again, always, to rebirth and life. May its lacy shimmer light the thicket in my heart. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Haiku

Storms within, without, cloudy fog inside your mind, reaching to the sky. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019 Thank you for following my poetry blog. I greatly appreciate your readership of my posts, and knowing you are reading is very motivating to my muse. I wonder if you can do me a favor. I have a goal to reach 500 followers. Between my Focail do a Chara blog, my Focail do a Chara Facebook page, and my Medium page, I currently have 397 followers, so I've got a way to go to get to 500 followers. If you enjoy reading my poetry, would you please invite others to follow me as well? If they want to read all my poetry when I post it, they should follow me on Facebook or on my blog. When you're on my Facebook page, you can share the page and invite your Facebook friends to follow me; or you can give friends my information (search for Christine Salkin Davis@focaildoachara). On my blog, you can invite people directly by sending them the link (www.focaildoachara.com), or y

Free Falling Bug

I wait for the oxygen to light the smoldering spark within myself. Sun on skin and warm and golden vines on leaf-tipped tree, a weathered wisdom reaching down to hold me in embrace. Decay and life in symbiotic shimmer, blowing gently and the tree stands tall and strong.                                                Bamboo forest, sun shadows thicket on the leaf-strewn ground, illumination on the green-gold hew. I search for shade because the sun's passion is too much to bear, and I avert my eyes because the brightness of truth is too much to see. Now the shimmer is within, ground and green and crawling bug and the leaf gently floats                                                                          to                                                                                     earth. Tree frogs, birds, and the shadows lengthen, firmness of the ground beneath my feet. Consider the spider on your arm, flicked into the air,                      

Haiku

Seed the clouds with love. Words, like raindrops, sting, silence, Find the light in you. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Seven Times and Seventy

The breeze gently blows the hairs on my arm and a sudden raindrop threatens a storm. Left without an oar, I feel a panic rising and my breath quickens, so I breathe deeply and give thanks, arigato, for the wind and the mountain air, steadiness of soul, seven times and seventy, still. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Haiku

Be courageous voice, words of wisdom, shelter, peace, Stand the eye of storm. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019 Thank you for following my poetry blog. I greatly appreciate your readership of my posts, and knowing you are reading is very motivating to my muse. I wonder if you can do me a favor. I have a goal to reach 500 followers. Between my Focail do a Chara blog, my Focail do a Chara Facebook page, and my Medium page, I currently have 397 followers, so I've got a way to go to get to 500 followers. If you enjoy reading my poetry, would you please invite others to follow me as well? If they want to read all my poetry when I post it, they should follow me on Facebook or on my blog. When you're on my Facebook page, you can share the page and invite your Facebook friends to follow me; or you can give friends my information (search for Christine Salkin Davis@focaildoachara). On my blog, you can invite people directly by sending them the link (www.focaildoachara.com),

Presence of the Soft Wood Floors

Presence of the soft wood floors, smooth to touch and fingertips like the soft sound of a roaring fire, let the memories wash over you, campfires and hot dogs on sticks, chicken stew and warm hands, turning so you can warm your other side, friends and mesmerizing yellow at the core, smell of burnt wood and smoke in your eyes, turning marshmallows golden brown, melted gooey mess on fingers, arm in arm and love as loud as the cracking embers, fire, white hot coals and remnant sparks, smooth and soft until the chill returns, say goodbye to the stars and black sky, smoke returns upward, sigh. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019 Thank you for following my poetry blog. I greatly appreciate your readership of my posts, and knowing you are reading is very motivating to my muse. I wonder if you can do me a favor. I have a goal to reach 500 followers. Between my Focail do a Chara blog, my Focail do a Chara Facebook page, and my Medium page, I currently have 397 followers, so

Haiku

In the raging storms of life, may yours be the voice, calms the angry wind. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019 Thank you for following my poetry blog. I greatly appreciate your readership of my posts, and knowing you are reading is very motivating to my muse. I wonder if you can do me a favor. I have a goal to reach 500 followers. Between my Focail do a Chara blog, my Focail do a Chara Facebook page, and my Medium page, I currently have 397 followers, so I've got a way to go to get to 500 followers. If you enjoy reading my poetry, would you please invite others to follow me as well? If they want to read all my poetry when I post it, they should follow me on Facebook or on my blog. When you're on my Facebook page, you can share the page and invite your Facebook friends to follow me; or you can give friends my information (search for Christine Salkin Davis@focaildoachara). On my blog, you can invite people directly by sending them the link (www.focaildoachara.com), o

Dear Friends,

Thank you for following my poetry blog. I greatly appreciate your readership of my posts, and knowing you are reading is very motivating to my muse. I wonder if you can do me a favor. I have a goal to reach 500 followers. Between my Focail do a Chara blog, my Focail do a Chara Facebook page, and my Medium page, I currently have 397 followers, so I've got a way to go to get to 500 followers. If you enjoy reading my poetry, would you please invite others to follow me as well? If they want to read all my poetry when I post it, they should follow me on Facebook or on my blog. When you're on my Facebook page, you can share the page and invite your Facebook friends to follow me; or you can give friends my information (search for Christine Salkin Davis@focaildoachara). On my blog, you can invite people directly by sending them the link (www.focaildoachara.com), or you can forward a post via email, Facebook, or Twitter by using the three dots on the top right corner of each p

Parable of the Seed

Beneath the paving stones, the occasional weed pokes through dried leaves and weathered remnants of debris. I step as the gravel-filled hexagon crunches underfoot amid emerging weeds and bunches of stones. Dirt and moss and hardened earth lie under browning leaves; trees stumped to the ground nearby blunder. A lone heart-shaped leaf tittups in the breeze, it’s green and reaching. On the ivy-covered trees, buds glean vining leaves as they bypass the soil below. The carpet of leaves is lined with marks of a plough; its green shoots are shorn exactly three inches deep. Closer inspection reveals some straw-colored heaps flattened underfoot and moss growing at the base of the graceful arching form of dancing grass blades. Dark leafy decay fills the deep crevices made by the irregular shape of stones and the gray- brown patterns on the rocks form a smooth painterly surface of lines and curves, an effect praiseworthy. Scattered seeds abounding wildly in abundance remind us