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birds in flight
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
stubby little bodies
dark against the misted sky
wings laboring from each shoulder
while gulls glide behind, then pass them
sharp-beaked and slender
parting more than fighting
the dense air with long wings
lifting gracefully at elbow
mjNordgren 1/18/2023 Blue House
tangled roots
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
untangle the roots
of the blackberry vines
and find interminable
inter-relationships
too many to allow
for annihilation
untangle the roots
of human civilization
and find it is the inter-relationships
that lend us strength
against annihilation
taken but unsaved
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
albums of photos of the children
grinning, growing, going their own way
even a few of the grands posing
for the camera
even when it’s out of film
but electronic has taken over
and images are piled in my phone
and moldering in my computer
while, digitally ignorant,
i’ve no idea how to organize or save
when white is all you see
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
when white is all you see
it could be purity
or snow
or fog
or simply that you’re lost
within yourself
without the darkness
that terrifies
it could be
time to reflect
on what matters best
to pledge to orient
to something larger than yourself
that may know more
awesome chandelier
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
wondering why i didn’t buy
the Venetian glass chandelier
that so gave me awe and raw desire
first, with failing ears,
i did not hear the offer to include
my long-stemmed glasses free
second, i could not get three
life-long concern always to treat
my three kids as close to equally
as humanly possible, how could i
have only one such treasure
in my home that might cause hurt
between them? their love for each other
is more valuable to me than all
the ‘boughten’ things I could
ever purchase
Sistine
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
the Sistine chapel is lined with pews
overwhelmed, we sit
struggling to breathe
look down to pray for strength
to lift our heads to gape, to scan
to try to take in rich colors, human
forms, human motives and actions
divine presence watching with dismay
our petty hubris, undeserving
of the Lord of all life’s
reaching out
dream as warning?
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
dream scenes unsettle
so haunt our awakening
fearful, we wonder
vulnerable hearing
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
i am so open when i listen
my being seeps in between
the words, hears, and is changed
at times that is all that is needed
for the speaker hears self and knows
from within who is and what must be
others wallow in the unjust, the pain
is for spreading in guise of compassion
i cannot listen – i turn away to heal
kah’s birthday dawn
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
glorious oranges, deep pinks
hovered over by purple clouds
today’s sunrise is the strongest
of the year thus far
and beyond my poor ability to paint
golden sol shouting happy birthday
without a word – only being
january, too, will pass
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
after seven and still pre-dawn
january whispers and howls
its own dark way
but days will grow shorter
frail green stalks will lift
from under soil to begin again
the cycles of determined life
that sustain us without praise
first of the year sunrise
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
pale orange and muted gold
streak and tinge aqua morning
as purple-blue storm clouds
loom over eastern hills
and silhouetted Mt. Hood
noisy, but still unnoticed
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
fireworks, noise, splendor
but the new year
like progress itself
slips in so quietly
it is barely noticed
bit by bit, task by task
until we are startled
to see what change has happened
while we busy
doing something else
mjNordgren 1/1/2023 N
asset among the ruins
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
Italians living among old, ancient
and modern gaining perspective
of ancestors who struggled
triumphed and failed
lived lives of human mortals
knowing the world that was
and not to take themselves as unique
or more seriously than they are worth
mjNordgren 12/20/2022 Splendid Venice Hotel
Napoli
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
view from high up narrow
twisted streets to encompass
the entire bay with the castle
in the middle of the sea
marina for yachts and, beyond,
berthed cruise liners and freights
of enormous size
and across the waters, Mt. Vesuvius
“our father, our protector
and our killer”
The Vatican’s summer palace
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
summer palace, guest house behind
Italian brick wall – opulent, as befits
the greatest landowner and receiver
of gifts to honor deity
one elected after another and another
for centuries and still grand in power
and influence as supreme for millions
ceilings arching to sixty meters and more
painted, arched, frescoed, gilded
long corridors extended, side-roomed
elegantly lined with exquisite statues
and floored with patterned, ancient marble
mjNordgren 12/17/2022 Rome
landing in Italy
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
setting down out of the clouds
we had our first glimpse
of the sea edge of Italy’s knee
fields of intermingled oblongs
of field, a few guarded by hedges
and December-green trees
and thick-walled, multi-story
farmhouses picturesque as antique
oil paintings anticipating our adventure in Rome
share and share never alike
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
how do i share feelings
that touch me most
when i’d need also to share
the deep impressions
prejudices and nuances
that have tempered me
all my life?
or is there a basic being
we all share
however individually?
valley cumulus
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
clouds trapped between the hills
create fog in the valleys
but whisper peace to those
who look over from above
but fear to tread