Monthly Archives: January 2011
On Eating Bananas

I ate two bananas as I read a beautiful poem written for children. I remember eating one banana, the beauty of the poem took over my senses and I do not recall eating the second fruit. I was surprised to see two banana peels in the trash can.
Here is the poem that the sixth graders of my school read, and the one I ate instead of that fruit.
Waiting For The First Drop
No-one knows the exact moment
of what hour
the first drop of rain will fall.
But after one whole week
of blinding sun
of scorched grass
of wilting leaves,
it somehow seems important.
So I watch and wait
along with the birds,
along with the ants,
along with every living
breathing thing,
for that first heavy
cool splash of rain
to wet the page
of this poem about the rain.
Raymond Souster
Morning Raga

A woman from the flat above rants
her voice rises high high
scaling neurotic crescendo
her child whimpers … and the morning weeps
A River Of Stones
The Mindfulness Bell

As I chopped French beans
glimpsed the farmer in his patch
Thank you, Thich Nhat Hanh.
Haiku My Heart
A River Of Stones
Coffee Break

I drink
aromatic Turkish coffee
from his
warm cotton shirt.
River Of Stones
Gulab Sherbet

Sitting at my window
a fire engine red bug
drinks the sherbet of dusk
A River Of Stones
Faith

Call of muezzin at daybreak
a bird tears across the silent sky
A River Of Stones 
Tea Meditation

Brew your evening:
throw in a cinnamon scented candle,
stir in Mehdi Hassan’s soulful ghazal,
take a deep breath and sip.
A River Of Stones 
Claim

As I leave for work
the spider trapezes silver thread of life
and she has my house all for herself.
A River Of Stones
Befuddled

A dragonfly enters my room
loses a glassy wing:
Cinderalla makes a hasty exit
A River Of Stones
