by Glen Sorestad
“Home is where one starts from”, wrote T.S. Eliot. A place to start, a place to ruminate upon, a place to write out of the heart and into words.
We all share a concept of home, though it may differ significantly from one individual to the next. Home is a place where […]
Confucius surely has a saying apropos
to someone who loses a wedding band
walking or jogging through the park.
A LOST poster shouts the sorry
missing ring news from the pathside
waste container where every passing
walker is compelled to read it.
Oh-oh, someone’s in deep do-do,
I think as I read the pathetic confession.
My first emotional twinge is pity,
as I amble past […]
The photo features a dark-haired woman
gazing with imperious disinterest
from an open doorway out across
the narrow walkway. We know
she is no strumpet touting her wares –
there’s nothing lurid nor enticing
in her make-up, garb nor pose.
What the photo does not see
is what she does and is trying to ignore.
We know the woman works in
the bar directly across […]
1.
The way the soft
first light of dawn
finds its way
through needles
of black spruce,
as water works
its inexorable pathway
through rock.
2.
The way a stark
slab of granite will
become a garden
where mosses
and lichen precede
birch and pine
and root themselves
to court the sun.
~ Glen Sorestad
Glen Sorestad is a well known poet from Saskatoon who has published close to twenty volumes of poetry, the […]
The voices of the youngsters
in the three church camp canoes
radiate like gathering waves
across the water, as if they
were speaking into live mikes.
They believe themselves
safe from camp strictures
to say what they’d never dare
on shore. Water may be
a cleanser, but it’s also
a great conductor.
~ Glen Sorestad
Glen Sorestad is a well known poet from Saskatoon who has published […]
