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Saturday morning readers share:
[Devendra K Mishra]
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Walking with a Griffin
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Are you real
or a reverie plain
or a crop of fertile brain
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In ancient, mediaeval
and modern thoughts–
trailing around the creative plots
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Herodotus and Aeschylus
sang your songs
gold treasure in your arms
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Rick Riorden, Harry Potter,
Dante, Milton, Brothers Grimm
you were in the Carroll’s dream
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What made you
walking along the lake
watching falling the snowflake
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As if in delirium
I asked him straight
but after a nerve-wracking wait
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He read my mind
like a shot
but replied after much thought
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No need to be afraid of
I am real, I am fake
all depend how do you take
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I am from a trusted clan
a great fan of human gaze
since the ancient golden days
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Loneliness struck me really hard
and brought me here for a walk
I am in need of a lovely talk
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It’s a gift to human race
but getting eroded by digital rain
wounded under tremendous strain
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You will trust your eyes ever
if you come out of reason’s door
welcoming imagination to your floor
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Suddenly sun blazed
making the day difficult to bear
and he vanished into thin air
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Devendra K Mishra
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Devendra Mishra is the author of The Cursed Crow, Whenever I Feel, The Cara Coffee Bar, and The Colour of Forgotten Sounds. He is drawn to the classics and sees living poetry woven through the natural world. Following no creed but a quiet religion of humanity, he feels blessed, contented, and serene. He lives in India.
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Years ago, I came to know the Griffin while I was going through a mythological article. This wonderful allegorical character with an eagle part golden and a lion part white attracted me a great deal. 
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What will be the scene if he suddenly appears before me? I imagined it, and it made me realize how boring the world we live in today is with cognitive reasoning and digital life. It reconfirmed to me that a human life without imagination is bleak with profound loneliness, while imagination has the ability to fill the desert with colourful flowers. It gives hope and joy, leading to a meaningful life.
— Devendra 
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Thank you for visiting Verse and Image:
. . . . . every Friday I present one or two poems I’ve read this week that particularly speak to me;
. . . . . Saturdays I present one or two poems submitted by YOU, my readers.
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If you would like to offer a poem for consideration, either by a favorite author or your own work, please view these GUIDELINES for Saturday Readers Share:
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– Bill
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Coltsfoot

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Saturday morning readers share
[George Harrison, Damaris King]
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Neighbors
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Into the woods I go
To watch my little creek flow.
Along it winds through crevice and pine
Arrayed in bright shine.
It glistens in sunlight,
bidding my neighbors, deer with tails white
And a crow, black as night
To drink its sweet nectar.
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George Harrison
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I attend Joseph Bathanti’s weekly writer’s group [Joseph is former North Carolina poet laureate – ed.].  Our mentor and leader, Joseph prompted us to write anything about “Getting Out”. It could have been about getting out of anything or getting out to go somewhere. We have a very short time to write, so this simple and short poem is what I came up with.
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Joseph invited us to submit poems to you to celebrate Earth Day. What a joy it is to read the poems on your poetry site [for Earth Day and Earth Month].  As a fly fisherman, I was particularly drawn to Ron Rash’s poem. [Poetry and Earth – Awe]
George
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Nothing in nature is isolated. Nothing is without reference to something else. Nothing achieves meaning apart from that which neighbors it.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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In Sligo’s Woods
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Pay attention along the path,
among the trees are mysteries.
Bright clusters of ferns emerge
sheltering their rusty veins.
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Feel the texture of varied fronds,
some craggy, some silky.
In the middle of this array,
five tender petals newly shine.
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Draw in the colors. See the dead
cradled unsung in blood-dried
leaves. Note the greens, from palest
wisp to boldest hue, how
light unfurls from fiddleheads.
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Damaris King
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I wrote this poem after a walk in the woods, one of those lovely walks that calls you to slow down and look around you. There is a certain peace and awe that overcomes me when I am in nature and this poem is my attempt to share that feeling with others. 
Damaris
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You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters.
St. Bernard (1090-1153)
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Thank you for visiting Verse and Image:
. . . . . every Friday I present one or two poems I’ve read this week that particularly speak to me;
. . . . . Saturdays I present one or two poems submitted by YOU, my readers.
 . 
If you would like to offer a poem for consideration, either by a favorite author or your own work, include a comment and if possible a photograph of yourself in your native habitat. Review these GUIDELINES for Saturday Readers Share:
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Thanks again for joining the conversation.
And Mike, thanks as always for the apt quotations. A treasure chest!
– Bill
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Saturday morning readers share:
Ben Stinson
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Cosmic Okra
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With a low,
warbling harmonica
and a banjo pluck intro
We fade into Jim,
he’s got a beard
like a startled badger,
and I,
well,
I’m wearing mismatched socks, again.
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We’re staring up,
at a sky so black,
like a cosmic inkwell spilled.
Jim says, “You know, the nearest star,
it’s, like, a zillion miles away,
give or take a Tuesday.”
I say, “Yeah,”
and remind him,
“that’s just
the neighbor’s
backyard bug zapper.”
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Sitting on his porch swing,
the rusty springs creaking like a chorus of old robots.
We’re eating pickled okra,
(because,
well,
why not?),
While pondering the sheer,
unadulterated,
mind-bending,
eyeball-melting,
banana-hammock-wearing,
vastness of it all.
Galaxies spiraling,
black holes slurping,
quasars burping out light
like a drunken dragon.
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And here we are,
Jim and I,
two blips,
two specks,
two slightly damp,
okra-flavored consciousnesses,
witnessing the cosmic freak show.
Like two white squirrels
at a symphony,
trying to figure out
if the conductor’s hat
is edible.
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We’re here,
we’re aware,
we’re mildly confused.
And Jim just asked if the moon is made of cheddar.
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The universe,
it doesn’t care about our socks,
or our pickled okra,
or our existential dread.
It just keeps spinning,
expanding,
doing its thing,
like a giant,
cosmic washing machine,
set on “infinite rinse cycle.”
And we’re here,
watching the suds,
wondering
if we left the dryer running.
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And Jim just burped,
saying profoundly,
“That’s probably a supernova.”
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I am a sculptor and poet living in the mountains of NC.  I find inspiration from all the bounty that nature provides. — Ben
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Thank you for visiting Verse and Image:
. . . . . every Friday I present one or two poems I’ve read this week that particularly speak to me;
. . . . . every Saturday I present one or two poems submitted by YOU, my readers.
 . 
If you would like to offer a poem for consideration, either by a favorite author or your own work, please view these GUIDELINES for Saturday Readers Share:
 . 
 . 
If you would like to receive an email each time a post appears, please SUBSCRIBE to Verse and Image using the button on the Home Page.
 . 
If you have a hard time finding the SUBSCRIBE button on this WordPress site, you can send me your email address and I will add you to the subscriber list. Send your request to
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COMMENTS@GRIFFINPOETRY.COM
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Thanks again for joining the conversation.
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– Bill
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