Oh Pinecone Go outside and look for wonder. He said, in English Ed. So we did. Came back in with pine cones and poems: oh pine cone! We said. oh pine cone! We said. He smiled and laughed and shook his head. Oh pine cone. He said. Oh. Pine cone. He said and went. […]
Outrunning the Atlantic
Outrunning the Atlantic by Sandra Filippelli Click on title above to view poem
Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep
Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken […]
In Memory of Carl Leggo
In Memory of Carl Leggo by Laura Apol Click on title above to view
Haiku
metaphor of loss: i wear silver teardrops in my ears, on my heart. by Monica Prendergast
Carl Saves
Carl Saves Yet another moment When Carl’s poetic heart Opens and saves us Reframes our discussion How many times Over the years Have you saved us/me What was tight — loosened How many times Have you been the sun Melting a patch of black ice We skated on and fell So many times My debt […]
Physician of Hearts
Physician of hearts All is holy in the domain of Love, enter here to overwhelm all and yourself with that is passionate and pure in hearts given to love and light fires, feeling love without naming Love, listening to winds that chastise thought to dream and create new beautiful worlds your royal heart is heir […]
Poem for Carl
Carl– Your name rings clearly in the air! people are thinking of you, talking about who you are–the love care and integrity you always give to each of us, so willingly, as if without effort, you give heartfully, artfully, smartfully, attending, being with–Socratic midwife to our souls dressed in academic journeys, we send all this […]
Advice for Living the Quotidian
CarlLeggo_AdviceForLivingTheQuotidian by Carl Leggo This poem was in the program for the private family service held on Tuesday, March 12, 2019 and is posted with permission. Click on poem title above to view poem.
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go […]
