Category: simple pleasures

pup running free for the first time

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn beauty, dogs, simple pleasuresLeave a comment

Dekaaz is a contemporary form originated by Rachel Bagby. She says that to complete the creation, you must speak your Dekaaz aloud to another person. Dekaaz is a three-line poem: line 1 has two syllables, line 2 has three syllables, and line 5 has five syllables. It’s a new form that has gained popularity. This poem is made of five Dekaaz.

pup running free for the first time

the joy
abandon
free-spirited pup

long legs
eat up ground
flying, flying fast

most time
spent soaring
airborne above ground

dodging
fast feinting
her giant dog friends

tumbled
rolled in dust
jumps, still game to play

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

steam rising

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, beauty, body, communion, Daily reminders, gratitude, home, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, Poetry, prayer, simple pleasures, spiritualityLeave a comment

steam rising

in the chill,
a full moon
sets as I soak—
rooster calls for dawn

old muscles soften
become the sweep
of prayers
for you, for those
I do not know
but recognize—
regardless of country
color
or similar dreams
for plentiful food
curious children who
question in school,
know harmony at home
and peace spreading

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

overslept

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overslept

I startle awake
clock’s all wrong
power was out
slept right through
my watch’s rumble
the day feels off
an unbalanced wheel

stumble from bed
trip on our dog
who’s stretching
and happy
all I want is to slip
back into my nest
pull covers
over my head
and slide into dreams
of a world made right

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

morning joy

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, dogs, Musings, nature, Poetry, simple pleasuresLeave a comment

morning joy

first light
still an hour away
I suck in air
moist soil bouquet
fresh from rain
dancing dog
reads the ground
her morning joy
contagious

yet back inside
she chooses
her couch
stretches long
and rolls over
a settling groan—
blinks up at me
curls her tail
over her hind foot
ready for more siesta

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

heartland

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, Daily reminders, gratitude, Musings, nature, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, Poetry, simple pleasures, spirituality, SurrenderLeave a comment

heartland

solace
jasmine and daphne
daffodils and hyacinth
breezes play and waft
with springtime scent

my willingness, bedrock
I call in bunny and fawn
to dance my home alive
my heartland
a bower

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

rolling in the new mown

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn awe, beauty, body, Breath, children, communion, Daily reminders, home, memory, Musings, nature, Poetry, simple pleasures2 Comments

the bouquet of home

age 15

sharp apple green
sails up my nose
in the spiky soft
I throw open my arms
watch thunderheads
billow, then build
new formations
dig fingers into
softening earth
the bouquet home

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

only love

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, Daily reminders, heart, Love, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, Poetry, simple pleasures, spirituality2 Comments

only love

Only love can safely handle power. —Father Richard Rohr

we are littered
with otherwise—
cliques, juntas
mafias where rift
and schism are king

so I plant seeds

the kindness and love
stream back
filling my well
to overflow so more
can pour out tomorrow

then again
I have no weight to wield
only the power to love

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

rainwalk

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, beauty, dogs, gratitude, joy, Musings, nature, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, Poetry, simple pleasures2 Comments

rainwalk

winter rain streaming
but Jazz needs a walk
those pleading eyes
and low whine
sighing
pull on rain pants
and boots for me
snappy red coat for her

our world
gone dove gray
droplets suspended
from glistening leaves
water sluices
down the street
carrying a blond leaf
Jazz stops and stares

the culvert’s roar—
after the sun season
I drink in the sound

at the farm
Hampshire hogs
stand in the mud
unconcerned, but
the cow sought cover

we turn for home
our laguna is flooded,
replenishing ground water
gladdened and relieved
I throw off my hood
turn my face skyward
to the life-giving rain

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

ordinary moment

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, beauty, communion, Daily reminders, emotion, family, feelings, grief, heart, home, Love, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, old age, Poetry, questions, simple pleasures4 Comments

ordinary moment

cloud color fades—
now my husband
the family cook
stirs what’s simmering
before settling
in his recliner
the aroma wraps us

we share a ginger beer
crackers and smoked
oysters
chat about the day
as we have 12,000 times

he rises to check the stove
brushes my shoulder
with his fingertip
oh, the commonplace

how many more?

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

new eyes

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn awe, beauty, communion, Daily reminders, gratitude, home, joy, Musings, nature, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, Poetry, prayer, simple pleasures2 Comments

new eyes

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking
new landscapes, but in having new eyes. —Marcel Proust

the urge to travel
has flown
instead, I yearn
to stay home
rooted in place
see here
with new eyes

how rain
spots the walkway
and trees bend
low in the wind
thirsty roots
in prayerful praise
after an endless
season of dry

sodden leaves
fading from bright
mute my footsteps
softening the season
the apple tree clinging
to its fruit, still bright
in the heart of winter

everywhere I look
crisp, washed clean
made new

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.