Poetry – Saturday Soul with Sandy Hibbard

What Spring Does to Me

Sandy Hibbard — Tue, 19 Mar 2024 15:44:43 +0000

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
~ Pablo Neruda

Amazing photography by Graham Owen.

Dichotomies

Sandy Hibbard — Tue, 06 Sep 2022 17:28:02 +0000

Dichotomies

Within

Without

Should I be silent or should I shout?

Voices beg for attention

That perfect note

The chord that pulls you in

A powerful tug rolling me under

Pleasure pains forgetting

Not forgotten

My hearts desire

Unlawful

But why not carry on?

Throw it out on fertile ground

A season of flowering

Fragrant as it ever was

Shorter than it ever was

No more backing up

Looking up

Shake it up

Time to plant your feet

Fill your cup

This is what you want

A note

A Song

That is not mine

Another’s passion story

Still I play it

Listening for a message

Of hope and direction

To shout or not

To love or not

To make love or not

Who is listening?

Who is watching?

If I trip or I fall

It’s nothing at all.

As the Bell Tolls and Lovers Go

Sandy Hibbard — Sat, 07 Aug 2021 20:38:51 +0000

Inspired by bittersweet memories while driving up Ohio Street through my old stomping grounds on the way to the grocery store. I was just home from Paris and everything seemed blah compared to the beauty and history I had just experienced. The juxtaposition of the bane of suburbia and the resplendency of Paris became clear in my mind and this prose was born.

Like in the movie “Inception” I could imagine the suburban street with it’s plain vanilla buildings turning inward and then downward like the cubelets on a Rubik’s Cube and transforming into a Parisian street adorned with gold-embellished wrought iron street lights with the gentle hum of steps on centuries old stone streets, bells tolling in the nearby cathedral, and the air arush with activities of clergymen and lovers alike…

As the Bell Tolls and Lovers Go

Hot asphalt, familiar brick buildings, and the clanging reflections that stretch to the top of the clouds of another day

Another blue sky absorbed in the noise

Feeling like a ghost peering out from behind a veil that loosely blocks the vision of another place, another time

Revealing the sounds of sweet voices mingled with grand cathedral prayers in praise of the bells that toll for an empire of beauty that caresses the footsteps of lovers, pilgrims, leading them into a mist of devotion and purity

Constraining them from the mundane

Luring them toward the passionate intercourse of life, love and reflection

The asphalt cools as the streets absorb the sound into a crush’ed block of stone upon stone upon heart, ascending toward a world unknown…

A gentle man quickly rushes by me and his flowing cloak brushes against my skin.

Poetry in Motion

Sandy Hibbard — Tue, 14 Jul 2020 23:27:12 +0000

Meditation is when you sit down and do nothing. Poetry is when you sit down and do something.

In doing something or doing nothing we are still living and loving. The moments quickly pass, so meditate and breathe and then create a life of poetry that exhales love and passion for living in each day.

XOXOX
Sandy

The Blues That Connect Us

Sandy Hibbard — Sat, 11 Jul 2020 21:04:41 +0000

A little jazz, a little blues help us connect to the pain in this life. This morning my BFF sent me a poem that says it perfectly, I want to share it here with you.

The Blues…

Locusts sing their
Silver-summer song
Miles Davis playing his
Bitches Brew, where do I belong?
Wishing for some kind of
Permanence in this revolving world
Somewhere where the wine is cool
And white flags unfurl
Half immortal above a timid grave
Looking to infinite gods
But there is none to save.
Plagues on the rise
The only justice is for the rich
Protests in the streets
As fire burns its bliss.
But still yet Miles and Billie
Stir the sacred soul
And in this darkling hour
I rise alive and whole…

Attend to the Little Miracles

Sandy Hibbard — Thu, 18 Jun 2020 16:06:56 +0000

I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvelously serene, and small starts, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles.

~ Katherine Mansfield, poet

On the Flame of Love’s Embrace

Sandy Hibbard — Sun, 05 Apr 2020 08:03:32 +0000

On the Flame of Love’s Embrace

If I could awaken from love’s dream
turn the mercury to a sliver
and hush the very breath that warmth and joy delivers…

If I could snuff the laughter
to a filtered pretend chuckle
and fasten tight the mystery with a hardened cut-steel buckle

If I harnessed dreams’ heart and hope
with a cold and cloudy stare
and turned my face from what is real,
if I could stop love there.

Soon the prickle of the cold
would turn my heart to grief,
if I awakened from the dream laid at my lover’s feet

And so this vision must remain
sweetly moving, gently nurtured
in the hope of love’s embrace

We Have Two Seconds and the First One’s Gone

Sandy Hibbard — Sun, 22 Dec 2019 16:10:45 +0000

A special friend told me this once, he said, “we only have two seconds, and the first one is already gone“. That woke me up to the reality that each moment in this life is a precious gift, not to be wasted. Think on this as you enter each new day. I pray that you will embrace each moment with love and joy, passion and discovery!

XOXO Sandy

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Love Let Go Flow
Ahh life – the ever unpredictable, changing ebb and flow of love, understanding, joy, ecstasy and pain, longing and desire. There is no other way to navigate it except by lifting the rudder and allowing the current to take you out to the beauty of the unknown.
Two seconds… the first is gone and the second… is here.
Embrace it, love it, be in it.

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You better RUN

Sandy Hibbard — Mon, 28 Oct 2019 16:16:58 +0000

You Better Run

Run

RUN away from me if you will

Because you will never find another me

What scares you now is the thing that you need

What attracts you now could be your heart speaking

You can leave for all your reasons

But you’ll be back

Run baby

Free yourself while you can

Otherwise you gonna be my man

We are Fireworks

Sandy Hibbard — Sat, 04 May 2019 23:44:37 +0000

We are Fireworks

evoking joy like a child

a deep serious chuckle

of wonder

in the flame

and the magic of the colour

we are fireworks

bursting onto the night

and vanishing in a moment

never to be seen again

Image by William Blanton