Another response to Thom's workshop: Jan Busch

These four poems by Jan Busch were inspired

in the recent workshop given by Thom Moon 10.

I Flew 

I flew – inches atop the ocean
gliding flashing across,
snow surf wets my flight

I circle amongst
heavy scented pine trees
now engulf my lungs

perched in an eagles nest
I view the prospect of
dawn rising 

infinite flight 
infinite water
I abound in abundance

 

I stand invisible

I stand invisible
absorbing the  beauty
my essence starkly strikes
the landscape

where I’ve been;
where I’m going
thousand years old
yet to be born

Hills hug tightly my valley
muddy river snakes through me
my breath my arms my legs
caresses my land

The Rose

The beautiful flower
The Rose

house full of explosion
colours scent shapes sizes

naturally then, their
resting place of choice

The Rose
identifies them.

Thom from Texas 

Today Thom came  from Texas

To read and show poems he wrote.

asked all to write continuously.

At first seems confusing, hands clasping,
Thoms’s bits and pieces.

Almost impossible, then,
befuddlement gave way to the pen.

Writing happening, the group responded,
words flew, brilliance abound.

Sparkling images, generous emotions, 

stories, prose, poems galloped forth.

Wonderful surprising,
energizing electrifying stuff

Thanks Thom from Texas.