Posted in Poem/Poetry

cloud watching, a poem

file0001128026195the open sky

,,,,tufts like spun sugar . . .

white with sunlight

layered on an endless blue blessing


and unbounded

.       idly floating . . . waiting on nothing

not the brightness of day

nor the cool calm night

….present with our pleasure

 . . . we eye one another

my silent mind . . . t]

their silent flow

. . . . . . occasional storms 

. . .mostly languid though . . .


. . . as the blue upon which they rest . . . .cresting

. . . . . . . …………………their charism weightless as sea foam,

they brush my imagination

at the matrix of our shared meditation

©2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reservedPhoto courtesy of morgueFile

Posted in General Interest, Poem/Poetry

No Account of Trifles, a poem

splash of pinkSteal what you will, my friends,
of small no-account things
De minimis non curat lex.
The law takes no account of trifles,
though the recommended thefts
are not trifles to me

I have stolen, in the heat of the
summer, the scent of roses
for my skin and the rich aroma of
night-blooming jasmine to waft
through the house and come to
settle gently in my lungs

In winter snowflakes appeal
Steal dozens to line the drawers of
your memories, to keep them fresh
Lazy motes of yellow moon-dust
are recommended to lay like sachet
in your heart, to color your dreams
with light, your awakening with hope

In stealth gather butterflies and bees
into pink rhapsodies and dragonflies
to stitch beauty and language into poetry
Steal from your children too, their hugs
are nontoxic, tonic for heart health
And the theft of your mother’s laugh
will sooth you mind, rest assured

In flight, pluck away the snow caps
from the mountains below; the fluff of
clouds are best as nightgowns, sexy
and sheer and lined with spun silver
Yes! Have at it, my friends …
With all my thefts the law has
not caught me. It takes no account
of what are trifles, by its reckoning,
not mine; De minimis non curat lex.

©  Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

Posted in General Interest, Poem/Poetry

War Paint

file000608292008you could trace her travels around that house and yard
by a trail of lipstick-ringed cigarette butts and lost Bics ~

she’d painted a deep red outline with a slender brush
and tenderly she colored inside the lines with a lighter rose,
licking and pouting as she examined her artwork, the bright
bathroom light illuminating the central silky plumpness of
those two perfectly arched wings, reminiscent of the airline
logo of her once-upon-a-time employer . . .

Bon jour, Monsieur!
hair tossed, a provocative shoulder shrug

testing a flirt on no one in particular, aching for the days
when she didn’t need make-up to dare the whole world,
the days when her only war paint was her juicy raw youth

© 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; Illustration ~ courtesy of morgueFile

Posted in General Interest, Poem/Poetry

the glass moon

file9781336412046have you noticed the many qualities of the night,
the way it can inspire a sudden sense of fantasy,
coming on to you like a dandy, cheeky and strutting

it temps you to pluck its gaudy sequins and string
them into garland or maybe take its hand to skate
across the glass moon or to twirl on the lunatic edge
and the cusp of intuition: oh! the depth of knowing . . .

beauty in night winds leaves you breathless; and have you
seen how quiet meditations on midnight hues illuminate
the book of your life like the bright gold and jewel colors of
a medieval manuscript, moving you page by page

with the same fluid arabesque as a dancer or the sweet
heat of a lover’s fingers sketching secrets on your
heart and sharing messages like old souls tend to do;
then, in a sudden burst of starlight, you understand

your story, your sunburned days, your hours steeped in
night’s startling visions when the questions are answered
and you know why: why the glass moon is sky crazy,
why the distant stars are radiant, and why you are you

© 2014 poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; photograph courtesy of morgueFile

Posted in Flowers, spirt, Trees & Gardens

Finding Spirit in Flowers

“When I studied a spiritual form of flower arrangement called Ikebana-Sangetsu, I found I was discovering the connection between all life. I was inspired to create this visual contemplation on the power of flowers to lead you directly into the compassion that underlies the web of connection.” This story “Living Beauty” can be found in Pamela Bloom’s 
The Power of Compassion: Stories that Open the Heart, Heal the Soul, and Change the World (Hampton Roads, 2010).

A rose captured during a rare rainy evening in Central Park, San Mateo, California
A rose captured during a rare rainy evening in Central Park, San Mateo, California (c) 2014, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day), All rights reserved

“It is important to develop and uplift human consciousness through beauty. For that purpose, I would like to encourage people to place flowers everywhere, as the best means of promoting the love of beauty.” Meishu-sama

Posted in Art/Artists/Phographers, General Interest, Poem/Poetry

Wabi Sabi

Japanese tea house: reflects the wabi sabi aesthetic, Kenroku-n Garden
Japanese tea house: reflects the wabi sabi aesthetic, Kenroku-en Garden

if only i knew
what the artist knows

about the great perfection
in imperfection

i would sip grace slowly
at the ragged edges of the creek

kiss the pitted
face of the moon

befriend the sea
though it can be a danger

embrace the thunder of a waterfall
as if its strains were a symphony

prostrate myself atop the rank dregs on the forest floor,
worshiping them as compost for fertile seeds
and the breeding ground for a million small lives

if i knew what the artist knows,
then i wouldn’t be afraid to die,
to leave everyone

i would be sure that some part of me
would remain present
and that one day you would join me
as the wind howling on its journey
or the bright moment of a flowering desert

if i knew what the artist knows,
i would surely respond soul and body
to the echo of the Ineffable in rough earthy things

i would not fear decay or work left undone
i would travel like the river through its rugged, irregular channels
comfortable with this life; imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete

© 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; Photo credit ~ from Pictures section of OpenHistory under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.o Unported license

Posted in California, Nature, Poem/Poetry

history with the sky

over mountain edging sea
sun contemplates the trees
the trees eat up the sun
they blossom, the rivers run
and wise old rock by time inscribed
shares history with the sky

Bgi Sur, California
Big Sur, California

© 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; photo credit ~ Caliliver and released into the public domain

Posted in Flowers, Trees & Gardens, General Interest, Nature, Poem/Poetry

our wildness on the mirror of time

Jacaranda mimosifolia
Jacaranda mimosifolia

no mendacity in the natural world ~ just an
untamed grace in the meditative industry of ants,
in the peaceable company of small creatures
going about the business of food finding
and mating and homemaking in the loam of
this province, the republic of innocence

here is the soul-filling beauty of sun rising over
jacaranda as she paints her joy on a blue dawn;
robin with her russet-hued breast hunts for worms,
her instinctive motherhood proud of babies
the spar and scrap of nest life . . .  it is in this
the uncivil cosmos – that the gentle breezes

dance with us on our mud-caked travels along
ripening pathways through meadow and brush;
as the flaxen sun shifts from rise to fall,
our hearts beat with their ribbons of ruby life,
pulsing with ebbs and flows of love and fear ~
soon – we know –  clouds will gray with the

inevitable dark and shivered moon will show
her craggy depths, sooty with doubt and danger,
our earthiness projecting its own shadows;
still we trust nature’s homilies, content in this
province where we’re left to be ourselves, left to
write our own wildness on the mirror of time

How near to good is what is wild.” Henry David Thoreau

Today is Writers’ Fourth Wednesday. Please feel free to link in a work of yours for this event sponsored by The Bardo Group and hosted by Victoria C. Slotto. Details are HERE. Your participation would be most welcome

© 2013, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

Posted in Flowers, Trees & Gardens, Poem/Poetry

sleeping with the moon

IMG_20140525_105329557garden speaks through its flowers ..
a dharma talk on cosmic truth, its syntax
is the rush of joy and different hues
written on the harmony of loam,
of grey rock and sturdy leaves ~
an elemental symphony …

a webbed raiment as transient as foam, a
feral scent flirting with a lilting breeze,
a few sleepy stepping-stones along the
path and the budding, the blooming, the
falling into decay, undisturbed by worldly
cares, a green nirvana of prickly branches

and cherry trees, the wildish thorned
rose and the innocent daisy, palm fronds
and color spectrums, no burdens, just an
isness of small beings embracing the earth,
dancing with the sun, sleeping with the moon

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.” Matsuo Basho (1644-1694), Japanese poet of the Edo period

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© 2014, poem and photographs, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; photos taken with a Moto G