Tribrach: for those who love (or would like to love) poetry

“Because in times like these/ to have you listen at all, it's necessary/ to talk about trees." -Adrienne Rich, "What Kind of Times Are These"


Naomi Shihab Nye

“We boiled down the lies in another pan till they disappeared. / We washed that pan.”


(poetry diary 181 -2/17/17.) Watching re-caps of yesterday’s press conference and having a nice, gentle fantasy about feeding the President & his administration serum of the sort that Nye writes about.  A calming poem. 

Truth Serum
Naomi Shihab Nye 
We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.
Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence,
popped it right in.
That frog song wanting nothing but echo?
We used that.

Happy last day of 2016

Burning the Old Year
Naomi Shihab Nye 
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.


(poetry diary 134) Read more New Year’s Poems at The Poetry Foundation and at

“If this is your birthday and you are dead….”


Not really about the celebration, but still good. 

‘Cinco de Mayo’

 By Naomi Shihab Nye
If this is your birthday and you are dead,

do we stay silent as the sheet
you died under? No. You always talked.
Here’s a thick white candle whispering.

Read rest of poem at The PBS Newshour


“I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, / or a buttonhole….”




The river is famous to the fish.

The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.

“Snow” by Naomi Shihab Nye


Once with my scarf knotted over my mouth
I lumbered into a storm of snow up the long hill
and did not know where I was going except to the top of it.
In those days we went out like that.
Even children went out like that.
Someone was crying hard at home again, 
raging blizzard of sobs.
Read rest of poem

The Flying Cat

flying catSo, because I’m obsessed with cats, and because I’m obsessed with poetry, after watching the latest flying cat viral video

     I typed “flying cat poem” into Google, just for the heck of it, and found the following one by Naomi Shihab Nye.
     I’m psyched, as I didn’t expect to find anything, but still stumbled across a good poem. This piece is not about  the same situation as in the video, but it’s still potentially helpful for all who have to travel by air with cats. (Travel with them intentionally, that is!)
The Flying Cat

Naomi Shihab Nai 

Never, in all your career of worrying, did you imagine
What worries could occur concerning the flying cat.
You are traveling to a distant city.
The cat must travel in a small box with holes.

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