poem: a paean to well being

poem: a paean to well being

grateful for the relief
a day can bring

after the month of August
unbearably hot, wet, humid

cataclysmic, catastrophic
climate change surrounding us

yesterday walking out into a Fallish day
of sunshine and fresh air

our longest walk in awhile
in a cool breeze rejoicing

in the evening the home therapist
discharges Cathey

impressed as she completes ninety steps
marching in place in two minutes

the therapist delighted with Cathey’s
smile, laugh, and determination

she says ‘you remind me
of my mama’ with a smile

a palpable sense of relief
and well being lifts us up

deep gratitude for a beautiful day
and the good health to enjoy it

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
September 4, 2021

photos Herb Stone

Author’s note: Cathey, my wife, is recovering well from
a stroke and recently completed her in home physical therapy.

We continue to walk and exercise daily.

Quote: prepare, practice, and participate: do the work and be the change

Quote: prepare, practice, and participate: do the work and be the change in these divisive epochal times of worldly chaos

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Good poetry, good reading, and good health in these challenging times! Let us join together and love one another in authentic communities of belonging, caring, and sharing 💓

poem: muddled

poem: muddled

deep introspection escapes me
these days as my attention strays
hither and yon

a red dawn morning heralding
the destruction of hurricanes
as high winds and heavy rains approach

headlines of violence and death
abroad as families and children
scramble for safety amid darkness

news of dear vaccinated friends
fighting Covid infections
in this morphing pandemic

and our beloveds’ challenges
of suffering and healing
in these epochal times

the thread whipping about
I am adrift, now grabbing,
now hanging on for dear life

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
September 1, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘Red Dawn’
‘Tropical Depression Ida Blows Through’

poem: ‘I missed the party in the field’ (let us stay just a little bit longer)

poem: ‘I missed the party in the field’
(let us stay just a little bit longer)

my beloved sleep-wakes
souls visiting her dreams
elders surrounding her
she stirs perplexed

‘I missed the party in the field’
she mumbles to me that

her parents are having a big party
in the big wheat field

these images calling to her:
there is always a place
where you belong
and a home welcoming you

my sweet, the party only begins,
upon your arrival, at the time,
whenever you are ready, but now
let us stay here together just a little bit longer

the two of us practicing
mutual radical grace and radical love
for all beloved beings upon this Earth
all walking each other Home together

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 27, 2021

photo by author
‘Walking each other home’

Author’s note: My wife’s lucid dreams
now occupy a liminal space in our aging
together as she experiences the effects
of Alzheimers and recovers from a recent
mild stroke. We will celebrate our 50th.
year wedding anniversary in November
2021.

poem: Autumn’s cusp

poem: 

            Autumn’s 

                                cusp

‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’

butterflies

                   dragonflies

                                        and bees

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in the wild flowers

                                   twinning vines

                                                               and leaves

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darting bird

                      in the hedgerow

                                                    tweeting

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                                                     prescient Autumn

                                                                                  our second Spring

                                                                                                             slowly creeping

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Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 22, 2021

photos by author
at Seven Mile Creek

poem: life as participatory flow

poem: life as participatory flow

our lives are constant flow
things come together and fall apart

grief, relief
misery, joy

engaging, disengaging
exile, return

life’s paradoxical tensions
revealing a new holism

as the unity of both/and
and a peace surpassing all understanding

making room for all this
so that the hǣlan comes

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 21, 2021

photo by author at Draper Coastal
Dune Lake estuary in Santa Rosa
Beach , Florida flowing into the
Gulf of Mexico

Author’s note: The word hǣlan is
old English for healing.

poem: the peace of resting at home

poem: the peace of resting at home

lying on the couch
awakening form her rest
gazing out the window

the gloaming light floods in
as she breathily murmurs
‘it is so peaceful here’

with such deep affection,
both poignant and heartbreaking
at the same time

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 19, 2021

photo by author

Author’s note: My love wakes
from a nap as she progresses in
her recovery from a recent stroke.