Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

INSPIRATION

When I am tornadoing through my day
like the Tasmanian Devil,
and my mind is clamoring
like a Pachinko palace,
and my hands are in
way too many gooseberry pies,
and my attention is distracted by distraction,
and doubt, thank God, has fled the scene,
left through the doggy door
whimpering like a mongrel
back to the junk yard (good riddance!),
you ambush me
with your grace, your soft voice,
your message: a sudden thought—
that thinks me and I am lucky enough
to overhear it. It’s Inspiration
that arrives like a door already open
that I am standing inside of,
or arrives like the next clue
to finding the buried treasure
that is already mine,
as long as I move toward the X
like Blackbeard standing tall
at the prow of his pirate ship.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

      TWO WINGS, ONE BODY

Two wings
direction in mind.

one body.
Yet somehow

Somehow
like these words

across
trying to make

their meaning. How
does a body,

which way
when it carries

when there is
opposition



each with a different
And only

    Strange mechanics, this.
the body flies.

the body flies–
waver

the page
their sense,

on earth
a being, decide

to go
  such division,

so much
at play?

Thursday, November 3, 2016

ENIGMA

A butterfly
with one wing only.

An enigma
that stretches

across
the imagination.

If I release it
into the world

as is,
will the wild

embrace
such a creature,

accept
its asymmetry,

and love
its unevenness?

The real mystery is:
will you?