Mjölnir Sings
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 14, 2024
LOOSE LEAVES
Prisoners wriggle free
from the pages
of a foreboding folio.
Hope is unscrupulously
erased from a dispiriting
season. Exposures
are laid bare
in the broad and darkening
daylight. Laundry's
hung out to dry
in a chilling air. Still
possibility is a nest
that's only woven
from what is gathered
from leaves
and shadows
and what lies between
surrendering and uncertainty
and the mesh that mixes
our desires with our amnesia.
Thursday, November 7, 2024
THE ONE SONG*
hyacinths push
through the loamy earth
coyote's howl pierces
the darkness around the moon
let’s do our part
let’s take our turn
at being
the Guzla
the singer
and the instrument
who through
a single string only
braid pain
and beauty
into one
solemn note
one ancient song
one epic story
that holds all of us
now and always
*Inspired by Mark Nepo's book, Seven Thousand Ways to Listen
Thursday, October 31, 2024
Thursday, October 24, 2024
SECRET SHEATH
I’d like to believe
that the body
is talking to us
all the time.
So when a part
of it goes numb
what do we make
of that? Is it giving us
the silent treatment
or screaming itself
hoarse? I am going to
keep listening. Maybe
I’ll find it’s like
the child who sheaths
its secret out of fear
in the fascia of a whisper.
Thursday, October 17, 2024
Thursday, October 10, 2024
MORNING PASTRIES
We all know this
from time travel movies
like Back to the Future...
that if we go back in time
our very presence
will change the future.
like Back to the Future...
that if we go back in time
our very presence
will change the future.
In my dream last night
there was something
I wanted to go back
and tweak. I realized
and tweak. I realized
that all I really needed
to do to make
the change happen
was to choose a different
morning pastry, one with
a cinnamon swirl instead
of one with almonds
on top. I wish life were
this simple. Maybe it is.
Maybe using words
like "they did this
for me" instead of
"they did this to me"
is the difference
between a cinnamon swirl
and shaved almonds.
Thursday, October 3, 2024
POPHAM BEACH, MAINE
In tidal waters
no deeper
than an inch,
the tiniest
of stars
glide across
a cosmos
of sand. Bubbles are
the many mirrored lens
that shape-shift
the sun into these
swimming, winking
wonders. The miraculous
is all around us
all the time. A simple
walk on the beach
will show us this
if we remember
to meander
with eyes wide open.
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