Songbirds (new poem)

Songbirds (new song)

by Tim Kavi

My little songbirds

Fly back to us, every corner and tree,

for we are tired of sad songs.

We long for you to let us be

Yet we await your sacred word

As the flowered gardens

are watered all over the world.

Is there a finish to the whispering whirl

By the sweetest songs ever heard

We are like they are

stretching towards the light.

Yet we long for Nature to bring us back to life

Winter has come and gone

no stories to tell

there is the beckoning herald

no friends do greet you, you flew here alone

the red robin is coming

the whip-poor-will

the blue jay and cardinal

do mock the crow's song

until we sing no song alone

roosting on hearths near home

there is a nesting brood 

yet not all is at is seems

to celebrate Spring song

and Summer song's shrill

there is only the triumph

of my own song to be sung

chasing the currents to new heights

of glorified destiny

canvas unfurled

I long to fly with you

where you have already gone

to warmer climes

no time to dwell on unhappy songs.

artist's afterword: that's the Eastern Whippoorwill in the photo~~TK.

yet another afterword: Two weeks after I posted this poem, a bluebird showed up on my patio fence. The little cutie began chirping. When I went back there and spoke gently, the birdie responded with birdsong, not once, but twice. It was especially touching just after doing this poem!~~TK

Goddess in a Garden (The First Day of Spring) (new poem)

 

Goddess in a Garden

by Tim Kavi

Goddess in a Garden

there she sits!

amidst the plantings

and the nurtured young

the beautiful flowers

and the growing sustenance

that the world needs

for longevity and peace

She stands majestic

glorious Kwan Yin

sitting upon a lotus

I know I saw her there

adorned with green leaves

cushioned by soft earth

tilled and touched by love

by gardener hands complete

there she lies!

every woman in the world

a goddess in a garden. 

My Grandma the Poet: Revisited (Guest Poem by Lura Newland: Your Rainbow)

 

Tim Kavi with his grandmother, Lura Newland @ 1978

Today would be my grandma's 121st birthday. I've written about her before in several posts on different birthdates. Here's one link. When I was very very young, grandma used to write her poems and she would encourage me to do so along with her. She was a profound influence on me in many ways. I come from a line of poets, going back generations; my great grandfather (grandma's dad), my grandmother, my mother, and then me, and now, my daughter! My publisher has accepted a collection of poems that will be published of my grandma's work. This collection will be called Heartland: Poems from the Heart by Lura Newland. (The following poem is about the gardens that she planted with my grandfather every year, and how tending to their beautiful garden caused a beautiful rainbow!  A perfect poem as we start to contemplate spring. :-)).~~TK

Your Rainbow (poem)
by Lura M. Newland

A posie here and a daisy there

Lillies and roses and 'mums everywhere.

Who planted them there but he and you,

That's what made the beauty as the garden grew.

Beauty in God's hand with love he gave,

Brought out in the flowers you worked to save.

Flowers of all sizes, colors so rare,

They looked so beautiful planted there.

They need not be spaced so far apart,

Each little root was a hunk of your heart.

A wee little hunk that grew so big,

When you really did get down to dig.

The soil is so rich with joy and love,

When watered with teardrops from above.

Teardrops, like diamonds, from Heaven did fall,

To make the rainbow from the colors all.

There's a rainbow in your garden plot,

A painter's Glory and God's Beauty Spot.

God needed help to make it that way,

So the posies took over by blooming each day

You had to put in your two-bits worth,

By planting and digging and coaxing Mother Earth.

You wielded the rake and used the hoe,

To make perfect, each tiny little row.

The row could be long, deep, or a little short,

Then scattered with seeds of all sorts.

Then a few days of sunshine, then rain,

The Beauty paid off for all the pain.

The pain from stooping on bended knees,

No one else would have flowers like these.

Now let us sit back and count up the score,

See what we have we didn't have before.

We see posies, joy, beauty and love,

Sunshine and teardrops from Heaven above.

That's what made that garden so beautiful one day,

When it turned the posies into God's Bouquet.

God's Bouquet to have and to hold,

The Rainbow of colors and the pot of gold.

Teardrops helped posies to fill your garden, you know,

With love, woven into God's Bouquet and Your Rainbow.

Garden's Delight (new poem)

Garden's Delight (Poem)

by Tim Kavi

The beauty of flowers

illuminate dusty corridors

of garden paths in my mind

their living love shines

wavelike webs hang on

forested branches of green

protecting the lovely living

things that move across forest floors

into lanes of memories

clearly defined and refined

by history's marching dialectic

across all time

on the porch, she looks

like Gaia, a grandmother sees

the sprouting earthy designs

she resigns to peace, for a grandma's love

is the garden's delight.

afterword: on the first day of Spring a poem about gardens and the gardeners of Nature in the ever tending wisdom of the ancient goddess and elder wisdom.~TK 

Tree Paper Machine (New Poem)

Tree Paper Machine

by Tim Kavi

Tree

interconnected communicating

green limbs filled with life

bearing fruit

balancing energy in the shadowed forests

of Nature

becoming paper

dying leaves decay into the earth

seasons come and go

ideas transmitted

across the papers of existence

the ideas become machines

in the minds of those that seek to live

making tools that enslave

or make free

time and time again seasons

across the papers of history

annals of human created misery

transcending into beauty

that ascends rising

from the ashes

misbegotten machines

forgetting not our existence

the machines

have become our fascination

until what we say

is only through the interfacing

limbs of synthetic webs

devised by a network

tended to by machines

dependent upon machines

the gardens have forgotten

human attentions

and turn to seek one another

crying out in the night

of tree paper machine

Imagined Lines (poem)

Imagined Lines

by Tim Kavi

If One Were to Imagine

how beautiful Nature is

within and without

one would if not 

for the trappings 

of science, imagine

they are seeing

magic and beauty

at the same time.

Rain Country (new poem)

Rain Country by Tim Kavi 

wet drops

so consuming that

they threaten

to flood you

with waves

of self deprecation

for ever

braving the elements

that you are convinced

of monsoon

qualities

until dancing in

the dirt

You realize

You are like the lush

green plants

thirsty

yet in this case

not knowing it

YOU are found

to be alive

dancing in vibrant

leafy expressions

of love

and life

until not one

moment is lost.

Spring Garden (new poem)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Spring Garden"

by Tim Kavi

wondering about the Earth

there are only the glorious

colors, wings, of the seasoned

pushing forth

of Spring's new birth



gentle footsteps

down all of the paths

brings only the Mother

to her young



who is gathering eggs

that contain treasures

nearby



and dreaming of tea

with her tea set



until the sun greets

the raindrops on the

little plants



both she and her beholden ones

planted in the garden

by Gaia's loving hands



until all is revealed

in the gardens

of Spring.