Poetry by James Phoenix
Early Morning Moon

nanomiracles

 

after Walt

 

every iota is a miracle

every square millimeter

every second

every soul

 

every atom is miracle

very quantum

every seed

every spark of awareness

 

nature’s intelligence

abides in divine minutiae

of particles and waves

 

the energy that swims

in matter, the consciousness

that informs creation

 

can we think an acorn

into an oak

or DNA into neurons?

 

is intelligence a word too pedestrian

for nature’s capacity or is it

too exalted for our thought?

Still the lessons of history are lost on us.

How we forget the human cost of war and calculate that ends are worth the means?

'which war' was written and published over 40 years ago.

It came to mind as the world is plunged into misery once again, by forces out of control and people delusional and self-destructive.

An Everyday, Garden Variety, Run of the Mill Prayer for Peace is as relevant today as when it was written in 1991

The Toll of War

Sometime ago, I read Ron Chernow’s biography of Grant. The aftermath of the battle of Shiloh reminded me of my poem, "collect their souls," a requiem for the fallen. It seems more than relevant once again in the current era. Click below.

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Early Morning Moon

I borrowed the title of this poem as name for my website in homage to the new day that greets us everyday and the new moon that follows the waning crescent which I take to heart as symbol of fresh oportunities that await us.

was it the american dream?

Early Morning Moon

Welcome to the Online Collection of My Poetry

I have named the site after a recent poem in which I tried to capture the unique miracle that is our earth; how precious the planet and how important the opportunity that we mature as a species in order to preserve our habitat.