To Think and Feel
ponder and probe
puzzle and place
we da
we do
we die
we die
and ooo
and aww
the thought and touch
our forethought feelings
imagined and real
our careless caress
(DB's first prompt)
"To Think And Feel" watercolour by Julia Boothroyd
(JB's response to D.B's poem To Think and Feel)
"Flourish of Fall" watercolour by Julia Boothroyd
(JB's first prompt)
Flourish of Fall
You’re 20 autumn’s of beauty.
You’ve changed 20 different ways.
Your flourish will never finish
and go on and on and on for days
-and I’d cut down
the entire canopy of fading leaves,
while those colors of autumn cry,
-and leave the earth bare
as your canvas there,
where the beauty
of fall flourished fair.
Just to give you mountains
of paper to paint
its fallen beauty
back to me.
Just to see
you bring the trees back
to life again,
and watch,
your flourish fill
a forest once again.
(DB's response to JB's watercolour "Flourish of Fall")
Buddha Nature
See here, what’s hidden in the forest groves,
Obscured with mossy beard, and timber bones.
Unrooted from the earthy floor it grows,
Floating cross-legged on a throne of stones.
Look upon the three jewels, brightly a light
Around the one, three monks with blazing eyes
Sit, trying to find refuge beneath his sight.
Yet, under the statue’s gaze fire plays and dies.
Burning men reaching out for the flowers,
The petals burn, that grow between his toes.
They do not suffer in their final hours,
Yet the Buddha’s tears fall on their death throes.
As immolation, each their own personal pyre,
As reincarnation cries for the extinction of fire.
(DB's second prompt)
