Wednesday, April 19, 2017

I have done so little
For you,
And you have done so little
For me,
That we have good reason
Never to agree.
I, however,
Have such meagre
Clutching at a
While you control
An hour.
But your hour is
A stone.
My moment is
A flower.
-Langston Hughes

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees 
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. 
You only have to let the soft animal of your body 
love what it loves. 
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. 
Meanwhile the world goes on. 
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain 
are moving across the landscapes, 
over the prairies and the deep trees, 
the mountains and the rivers. 
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, 
are heading home again. 
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, 
the world offers itself to your imagination, 
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place 
in the family of things.                                                         

 © Mary Oliver.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Learn to Enjoy Your ‘Nows’

Days whizz by, then weeks.
Years accumulate.

I often mistake
yesterday for last week
last week for last month
and a couple years back,
for five or ten.

An older coworker
some twenty years ago,
gave me a tight hug
my last day on the job,
a “You’re Special” mug,

her warmest smile, and advice:
 “Enjoy this day while you can,”
she charged. “Don't wish away your life
yearning for the weekend.
Enjoy your ‘nows!’"

© 2016  Denise C. Buschmann
Published in Australia Times Poetry Magazine, February 2017

New Friend

Dedicated in chronological order—when our friendship began—to Cindi, Judy, Sara, Jane, Carol, Tobi, and Kari.

New Friend

I won’t tell you about my new friend.
Not just yet.

There are proofs for each of us
before wearing that badge:

confidences kept, prayers spoken,
gentle honesty more ready than advice,

sincere apologies when run-ins arise
and space that transcends judgment,

keen intuition in ample dose,
praise humbly bestowed

on the other’s person
not just joy in accomplishments,

ease enough in company
—even after 40 years—

to sit in silence, hear birdsong,
and watch squirrels scamper,

courage to say, “I love you!” when bidding
adieu (I commend you to God),

and most importantly
the ability to make each other laugh.

These are things that time only tells.
So, I won’t call her a friend. Not just yet.

© 2016  Denise C. Buschmann
Published in Australia Times Poetry Magazine, February 2017

I discovered this quote tonight (on 2/13/17) while reading William Shatner's Leonard: My Fifty Year Friendship With a Remarkable Man:

Close friends are truly life’s treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone.                —Vincent Van Gogh

P.S. I also had the word "treasure" in all but my final version because I thought the reader would ascertain my meaning that a true friend is a treasure. Vincent and I were thinking alike! Or listening to the same muse. So glad I found this quote last night!