By Lisa B. Friedland
I live next to a cemetery But who’s living, who’s dead? Our way in the world is not only catalyzed by sitting or lying down. Maybe there’s a party in there! Laughter beyond the Heights I wonder in my mind, what is quiet or still? Remember the flavor of change You don’t need to wait for the sunrise to sing
Inside the Moon
The full moon in my coffee cup, and the crescent moon inside the full. Like we know what’s on. Do we know what’s what? Small snow reigning down from heaven and I, asleep at the wheel (asleep at the wheel? I thought I was awake!) to the wonder and glory of all.
Become the Landscape
When you become the landscape, you sit here quietly, peacefully, serenely, joyfully. Not a joy that’s a feeling, like an emotion or something A peaceful joy that’s in the pulse of the rivers and sinews The red and blue of veins interchanging all over the place - happily.
I love things that don’t make sense Like trees Manhattan And the woman in stilettos pushing the baby carriage.
Laid Down in the Aspens
Laid down in the aspens And I sing my song to sleep My song, your song, a poet’s song. Weeping at the ancient longing of this day the comings and goings in the frock of night. Don’t fright. There’s a tender bud there inside the darkness inside the cool breeze So maybe grow quieter. It won’t change the height of freedom or your toes’ caress of the sunlit moon.
My Life is woven for me Drop into the river And floating floats you through Feel the water or not See the beauty or not The choice you have is eyelids open or shut.
I became an adult today
I became an adult today singing in the rain finding the hay at my back the wind at my front do we even know why we're here? a cherry tree an apple blossom a sky full of stars ever so softly sing us home
On this day
On this day, Give it up to that which creates a blueberry and galaxies Alright then, this minute give in to that which makes sunflower petals and planet rings Okay, no problem. Just this moment. One moment.
If what’s keeping you up at night is your own nudity
If what’s keeping you up at night is your own nudity, forget it. It’s like trying to find a cake that doesn’t have cake, or a lemon that doesn’t have lemon. Each night when the portal to heaven appears we lay down to receive it. And this lying down, an act of pure faith, gets us to touch the heart pulse that is never covered in linen or rags.
I found love at a JayZ concert
I found love at a JayZ concert and God in a mosque, church or temple But what about inside of me? I find God in the ocean and the valley In midtown and the stream So what about, what about, inside of me?
Lisa B. Friedland is a poet, musician, composer, and writer. Based in Santa Fe, New Mexico, she finds her inspiration from nature, spirituality, culture and relationships.
Find out more at lisafriedlandmusic.com
7 thoughts on “On Living and Other Poems”
Oh thank you So much!! This is such an honor. Thank you, thank you again for including my work.
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Love the poems, Lisa. They are deceptively simple like Rumi and Hafiz. You have a lovely voice as well.
Robert Eugene Perry
Robert, thank you for your kind and meaningful feedback. It means so much to me. I’m glad you enjoyed them!
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Thank you, Lisa. You made my day. I am particularly drawn to “Woven” and “On This Day.” I wish I could be as succinct in my writing. Stay well!
Dear Ken, What an honor! Thank you for letting me know, your support means so much to me!
Beautiful Lisa. Fun and thoughtful. The JayZ one has me thinking!!