Poetic Sketch
© Marie Bortolotto 2024

clouds clouds
don't go away
stay stay
we need you today


wind wind
don't go away
stay stay
we need you today


rain rain
don't go away
stay stay
we need you today

Marie Bortolotto Artist

This is It
and I am It
and You are It
and so is That
and He is It
and She is It
and It is It
and That is That

- James Broughton  (1913 - 1999)

I don't mind what happens.
This is the essence of inner freedom.
It is a timeless spiritual truth.

- Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 - 1986)

Poetic Sketch
© Marie Bortolotto 2024


favored friends

two black cats
sprawl on the sidewalk

an invitation for me
to scratch their backs

Poetic Sketches
© Marie Bortolotto 2024

1/

walking
breathing
walking
breathing


 a stroke survivor crosses the intersection
 a stroke survivor crosses the intersection
 a stroke survivor crosses the intersection
 a stroke survivor crosses the intersection


breathing
walking
breathing
walking

2/



we, as humans

REMINISCE
about the past

and

DREAM
about the future

two ways to evade

LIVING
wholeheartedly

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Poetic Sketches
© Marie Bortolotto 2024


1/

walking
walking

a duck
with
her
brood
of chicks

cross a busy roadway

ah --
my
heart
bursts
open

uncertainty
in every step

2/

walk on
walk on

remember --
what appears
in front of you

soon
disappears
behind you

Haiku Sketch
© Marie Bortolotto 2024

walking
walking

there's no end


to the landscapes
breathing through me


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The person is anchored within a greater, universal identity.

Salt remnants of ancient oceans flow through our veins,

ashes of expired stars rekindle in our genetic chemistry.

Theodore Roszak (2001).

 

Haiku Sketches
© Marie Bortolotto 2024


1/

the first rose blooms
pink



2/

silence:
the garden lends itself
to secret whisperings



3/

wake-up
a birdsong opens my heart
to Everything



4/

lofty thoughts -
blue mountains tower
over my head

Marie Bortolotto

When the mind is truly at peace,
wherever you are is pleasant,

Whether you live in a marketplace
or in a mountain hermitage.

― Baisao, The Old Tea Seller (1675–1763) Japanese Zen Monk

Last Breath
© Marie Bortolotto 2024

fallen trees

executed for treason

in the Kingdom of Progress

hanged
drawn
quartered:

D
E
D  E  A  D
A
D

chainsawed
carcasses
reposing

on
concrete
crypts

an epitaph reads --


OUR VERDANT LIVES WERE CUT SHORT BY
THE CONTAGION OF HUMAN INGRATITUDE!

WHO AMONG THEM IS STILL BREATHING NOW?

The Return
© Marie Bortolotto 2024

It is rumoured that the Crone of Lughnasa returned from
a perilous voyage into the bowels of the netherworld with
a mere handful of unsprouted seeds,

which she promptly cultivated into a voluminous oration
of sounds -- but only those with ears listened.

The rest preferred watching seductive, less sonorous sirens
on their fallow screens of light.

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 "Noli timere" (Latin: "Be not afraid")

-Last words of Seamus Heaney (to his wife) before he died

Vessels of Remembrance
© Marie Bortolotto 2024

Hungry ghosts:

unsettled dust

from the past,

they who consume

life

and suckle rivers

dry --

the wise potter

learns

to exhume

vessels of remembrance

from the remains

of yesterday's clay.


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Poetic Sketch
© Marie Bortolotto 2024

morning

walking
walking

urban traffic

walking
walking

urban construction


walking
walking

urban Babel

walking
walking


urban clouds
of Dust


walking
walking

I take shelter
under a canopy
of Songbirds

in
Spring

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Poetic Sketches
© Marie Bortolotto 2024

an
old
woman's
cane

taps out

a rhythmic lament

on
the
sidewalk

of  impermanence

 

 

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walk on
walk on

walk on

there's no end
to the odyssey
of wonderment

omg!

I just saw
an emerald-sheathed
Hummingbird!

 

© Marie Bortolotto 2024