Tiny Things
January 2020
#133
Las Cosas Pequeñas Son Grandes Para Mi
Escribí la primera palabra del año frente de la agua Delaware
Fuegos para la más modesta de ceremonias
La costumbre mayor de la vida
Y el frío que pasa más altos
Si alguien nos ofrecerá cafecito y sandwich en momento
En el mostrador de Wawa nos salvabamos
Bajo de las estrellas como la familia
No le tienen ya miedo al sol
La realidad es yo soy de los humanos
La carretera es larga
Así ínace La Colectiva de Poesía El Pan Se Sube
Veinticinco años Vaya!
Como un dulce de papaya
En mi querido Barrio
A la isla de Manahatta
Esperanza está la vida
Con venceremos
Un mundo sin Guerra
Y tristeza de la paz del alma y un gran amor
En enl camino yo seguiré marchando
Encontrado los corazones y oscuro y Tesoro cara de pájaro
Todo tiene su final
Y esta mañana el lunes en el Dïa de los Tres Reyes
En a fiesta que caminan de calle 106 y la calle 115
En la Avenida del Parque
El camello pasa en dignidad por la comunidad
Y en alegría de los Pleneros de la 21
y todo el pueblo baila cha cha cha y bomba
En La Marqueta
Mira, Mamá, vamos a gozar el ritmo de Beny Moré
Y el Sonero Mayor Ismael Rivera
Bomba Ya
Y a saludar al Dr. Martin Luther King
Alma de la tierra
Y Arturo Alfonso Schomburg
Nuestro maestro de historia
Little Things Are Big To Me
I wrote the first word of the year in front of the Delaware waters
Fires for the most modest of ceremonies
The greatest custom of life
And the cold goes higher
If someone will offer us coffee and sandwich at the moment
At the Wawa counter we were saved
Under the stars like family
They are no longer afraid of the sun
Reality is I am human
The road is long
This is how The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective was born
Twenty-five years ¡Vaya!
Like a papaya sweet
In my beloved Barrio
Of Manahatta Island
Hope is life
With venceremos
A world without war
And sadness of peace of soul and great love
Along the way I will keep marching
Found are the hearts and the dark and bird face treasure
Everything has its end
And this Monday morning on the Three Kings Day
At a festival walking from 106th to 115th Streets
On Park Avenue
The camel passes in dignity through the community
And in joy of the Pleneros of the 21
and all the people dance cha cha cha and bomba
In La Marqueta
Look, Mamá, let's enjoy the beat of Beny Moré
And the Great Sonero Ismael Rivera
Bomba Ya
And to greet Dr. Martin Luther King
Soul of the earth
And Arturo Alfonso Schomburg
Our teacher of history
© Carlos Raúl Dufflar 1/1/20
The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective
At One With...
Laying down her sketchbook, young artist Freya,
knelt by the flower bed musing on her inner thoughts,
as ladybird chases aphid through petals and stalks to edge of the world.
Soul of earth, in my veins. Alive in nature, never sleeping,
resting but never sleeping, I am alive, breathing,
spirit of wind, trees, birds, foliage, always awake and beating.
Ladybird chases aphid through petals and stalks to edge of the world.
Inside the pansy a new universe. Red, green, yellow.
Dewdrops like stars. Infinite space. Ladybird are we infinite?
Is earth infinite? Sun burning, blinding, searing.
Ladybird, ladybird fly away home
The earth is on fire...
Words by Amanda Rapley Redfern – 1985 - 2007
Adapted by Jan Hedger 2019
Haiku’s – some of natures’ ‘little one’s’
Hummingbird
Bone-china lightness
like fanning rainbow paper.
Speared probes drink nectar
Jan Hedger
(WOW)
Goldcrest
Miniscule plumpness
royally crowned in orange-gold
trills to splinter glass
Jan Hedger
(WOW)
Pipestrelle Bat
High-pitched sound wave; in
minute dusk navigation.
Flight of stretched membrane
Jan Hedger
(WOW)
Little Owl
Disc- miniature face,
brows stern. Diurnal friend of man
bobs when disquieted
Jan Hedger
(WOW)
Storm Petrel
Dots of splattered ink
hunt seafood with dancing feet.
Roost in midnight dark
Jan Hedger
(WOW)
Dik- Dik
Diminutive limbs
hold graceful bodies; alert
always for Cheetah
Jan Hedger
(WOW)
Hazel Dormouse
Tiny belly full
from autumn glut; buttoned eyes
nest, in heart slowed sleep
Jan Hedger
(WOW)
Butterfly
Fragment of cloth, caught
mine eye, fluttering it flew
a scrap of beauty
Jan Hedger
(WOW)
Mosquito
Like a buzzing saw
I thirst, to feed on balmy
evenings; femme fatale
Jan Hedger
(WOW)
Wren
Round wee thing, clothed in
brown, your voice belies your
size, tail to the sky
Jan Hedger
(WOW)