May 2017


Looking ahead is always more energizing than looking backward.   While the past may be reinterpreted and reevaluated, it is basically a done deal.  What happened in April will not change.  May, on the other hand, presents itself to us as a blank canvas upon which we can paint an infinite variety of futures.   Fame, fortune, love and adventure compete with plague, famine, pestilence and reality TV to color our May canvas. 

Fortunately it is springtime, when our autumn plantings bud forth and spring ephemerals grace the forest.  Winter blahs are banished and the spirit soars, relegating all thoughts of tragedy and the Oxford comma to the psychic compost heap.  So fame, fortune, love and adventure it is!     

To begin May, here’s a poem that starts in the springtime garden and celebrates the endless possibilities of dreams, adventure and love.  Enjoy.


                                   

                                       A Thousand Flowers

                                              

   A thousand flowers bloom in my garden,
  Daffodils of white, yellow and orange
  Gather in crowds, stand sentry, wander the yard,
  Hyacinths and tulips celebrate in a riot of color,
  A carpet of purple, a cloud of white,
  The pompous peony standing apart.

  A thousand dreams bloom in my heart,
  Smells of a Tuscan afternoon,
  Evening chill on the Maasai Mara,
  The fragment of a song, the promise of a fresh canvas,
  Languages tonal, guttural, melodic,
  A dance in the Macedonian midnight.

  A thousand projects bloom on my desk,
  Data to master, deals to make,
  Where millions become budget dust,
  And mistakes are paid in blood.
  Where decades of experience,
  Weigh the vagaries of the moment. 

  But through it all there is one.
  In the beauty of the flowers,
  It is your face I see;
  When my dreams take me traveling,
  It is you with whom I share discovery;
  And it is you who shares my burden

  Of finding the right path in the fog.
 

  L. Alloway

  from The Ant Farm (2011)

 

Ancient Eagle Press

Where Old Fliers Come to Roost

Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff.   Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.

                            Archives

  April 2017 -- Oboe Rap

  March 2017 - March Madness

  February 2017 -- The Cost of Doing Business

  January 2017 -- Reflection at a Winter Window

  December 2016 -- The Creation

  November 2016 -- Hemolymph Moon

  October 2016 -- Vortex

  September 2016 -- Do You?

  August 2016 -- Sailing
  July 2016 --  Mulberries
  June 2016 -- Off Tucker Point
  May 2016 -- Unforgettable
  April 2016 -- At Night She Cries

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