Urban Oasis [Haiku]

stream cascade:
soft water burble drowns out
the city’s noise.

“The Lion” by Hilaire Belloc [w/ Audio]

The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste,
He has a big head and a very small waist;
But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim,
And a good little child will not play with him.

The Common Hoopoe [Lyric Poem]

Let me introduce the Common Hoopoe:
It can raise its crown when it wants to.
With me, it didn't (as you may have guessed;)
I suppose it was just unimpressed.

The Fire-Bellied Toad [Lyric Poem]

Let me give you a Fire-Bellied Toad fun fact:
They're party in the front, camo in the back.
With safety vest wrong side up on this toad,
You'll often find them squashed on a road.

“Wonder—is not precisely Knowing” (1331) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

Wonder—is not precisely Knowing
And not precisely Knowing not—
A beautiful but bleak condition
He has not lived who has not felt—

Suspense—is his maturer Sister—
Whether Adult Delight is Pain
Or of itself a new misgiving—
This is the Gnat that mangles men—

Heron [Haiku]

a heron stalks
amid rice seedlings:
mild Summer day.

BOOKS: “Startlement” by Ada Limón

Startlement: New and Selected PoemsStartlement: New and Selected Poems by Ada Limon
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Publisher Site – Milkweed Editions

Release: September 30, 2025

This is a Greatest Hits from six of author’s previous collections, plus twenty-one new poems. The poems are clever, personal, and often whimsical. They range from short to intermediate length and employ varied approaches to free verse poetry (with a few prose poems.)

This was my first time reading Limón’s work, and I enjoyed her poems tremendously. I’d highly recommend this book for poetry readers.

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“Death” by William Butler Yeats [w/ Audio]

Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone -
Man has created death.

Lost in a Fog [Free Verse]

Lost
in a foggy wood.

all the trees alike,
no long view,
no hint of the sun's position...
(or existence.)

just the vertical stripes of
straight pinetree trunks --
like the bars
of the cell
of a giant --
laid against a fluffy white
backdrop.

I can scurry between
the bars, like a mouse,
but am still lost
and still caged.

“Gubbinal” by Wallace Stevens [w/ Audio]

That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.

The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.

That tuft of jungle feathers,
That animal eye,
Is just what you say.

That savage of fire,
That seed,
Have it your way.

The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.