A collection of tiny poems I wrote to participate in the “tiny spring poem” challenge facilitated by Beth Kempton.
if
the possibility sits above reach,
trading places with uncertainty and apprehension,
waiting for the symphony’s first note,
the warmup still amorphous.
the unpredictability of clouds and glare
can distract from the truth of dreamy pursuits
yet the unchanging, steady witness
within is with you always
Malumir R. Logan
watching
she’s completely immersed
in the experience of creation
the small Lego pieces form a city
a glance across the room
reveals stacks of craft–
paintings, drawings, improvised pieces
though nearly four decades
appear to separate us
I’m reunited with this powerful soul
Malumir R. Logan
Drip
A summer of first freedoms
Finally safe
Space to exist
To breathe
To be
A new life made possible
By frontline work
Finding my skills
People
And dreams
I’ll always hold gratitude
For that first job
Fulltime though cheap
But rich
In life
Malumir R. Logan
Ages 7 and 39
A light breeze whipping through long, dark waves
Warm sun making olive arms smell baked
Looking up at fluffy, white clouds
Wondering what is beyond and around
Back to the moment with a heavy heart
Yet having no doubts about a future of mirth
Malumir R. Logan
Plea
It’s easy to take note of each puzzle piece
The single metre around us in every direction
And then to assume those pieces are all there is
Repeated infinitely in every direction
If all the pieces were as relegated as those few
We would not have a puzzle in any direction
Notice the pieces beyond your immediate reach
And there may be hope the world across all directions
Malumir R. Logan
Entrance
Sometimes I think
That if everyone
Traveled deep
Within themselves
And land of spirit
The fear of death
And the unknown
Would retreat
Malumir R. Logan
Layered
Cozy and safe
Comfort and ease
Layer on layer of blankets and compassion
What can I offer
As a genuine gesture
To bring that same solace to those I encounter?
Small sums add up
Unmade choices really made
May care and empathy multiply with abundance
Malumir R. Logan
Listening
Laughing together by a seashore I don’t recognize
Meditating together on a cone karst mountaintop
I feel at home and loved
Sharing a strong beverage I’ve never tasted
Lounging below a heavy-leafed tree at noon
I visit you in my mind’s eye
Sitting under a blanket while the world spins
Lying flat, stomach heaving while my world shakes
I am grateful you’re listening if unseen
Malumir R. Logan
Useful
May utility not be your gold standard
For existing
For perceiving value
While embracing the useful and the worthwhile
For growing
For developing
Together in community expanding
Malumir R. Logan
Content warning: reference to a spider and spider web
Hidden
Spider weaves glistening silk
Spanning branches in quiet woods
Under streams of moonlight
Malumir R. Logan
Willow
Sacred chamber soars
Verdant slender curtains sway
Myriad rustling
Malumir R. Logan
Less of a poem, and moreso heartfelt advice.
Ever
Do not wait until after
…until you have reached the peak
…or once the milestone has been passed
Take joy in the spaces of now…
Pursue the life of each moment…
So you may be happy ever journeying
Malumir R. Logan
Things
Needed
Comforting
Required
Wanted
A place to safely exist
Extra
Pacifying
Distracting
Envied
Undelivered belonging
Where joy and harmony meet is the signal
You have found something of value
Where fear and “shoulds” of others’ stories
Show you where reflection brings freedom
Malumir R. Logan
Marking
Stripes along the tail,
Leading to the dark tip
That looks as if he dipped into the midnight sky
The white chin and mouth
Leading to a honey chest
That looks as if he glanced Jupiter on his way to my heart
The M on his forehead
Leading to his eyes
Where our souls met with perception and belonging
Even though his body faded
In its mortal constraints,
I’d recognize him anywhere
Which is how I know he’s here
Malumir R. Logan