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About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. His poetry collection, Poems of the Introverted Yogi is now available on Amazon. He teaches yoga, with a specialization in pranayama, and holds a RYT500 certification. For most of his adult life, he practiced martial arts, including: Kobudo, Muay Thai, Kalaripayattu, and Taiji. He is a world traveler, having visited more than 40 countries around the globe.

Coiled [Haiku]

neck coiled,
egret hovers stock still
to snap up a fish.

PROMPT: Family Traditions

Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.

The Festivus Day Airing of Grievances.

Arbor Day Eve’s Trimming of the Shrubbery.

Goat Wrangling on the Third Thursday of September.

DAILY PHOTO: St. Luke’s Church, Bangalore

“Humoresque” by Edna St. Vincent Millay [w/ Audio]

"Heaven bless the babe," they said.
"What queer books she must have read!"
(Love, by whom I was beguiled,
Grant I may not bear a child!)

"Little does she guess today
What the world may be," they say.
(Snow, drift deep and cover
Till the spring my murdered lover!)

DAILY PHOTO: Luang Prabang High Speed Rail Station

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Silent Autumn [Haiku]

cows graze
amid rice stalks --
silently.

PROMPT: Leisure Time

Daily writing prompt
What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time?

That’s trickier than it seems. I quite enjoy reading and many forms of bodily movement activities (e.g. swimming, yoga, taiji, qigong, exercise, etc.,) but I’d count them more as personal development activities than leisure activities. (Even something as seemingly non-purposeful as juggling.) I sometimes watch TV / movies, but I don’t know that I’d say I enjoy that so much as find it an opportunity to zone out.

“The Past” by Ralph Waldo Emerson [w/ Audio]

The debt is paid,
The verdict said,
The Furies laid,
The plague is stayed,
All fortunes made;
Turn the key and bolt the door,
Sweet is death forevermore.
Nor haughty hope, nor swart chagrin,
Nor murdering hate, can enter in.
All is now secure and fast;
Not the gods can shake the Past;
Flies-to the adamantine door
Bolted down forevermore.
None can re-enter there, --
No thief so politic,
No Satan with a royal trick
Steal in by window, chink, or hole,
To bind or unbind, add what lacked,
Insert a leaf, or forge a name,
New-face or finish what is packed,
Alter or mend eternal Fact.

High Seas [Free Verse]

Rolling boat
on roiling seas:
heaving and creaking
&
pitching and listing --
Decks shifting between
untenable states,
Crew tying in,
tethering to what might
become the anchor around
their collective necks,
pulling them all to the depths -
'til the last bubble spills
upward from a nostril.

DAILY PHOTO: Black Stupa, Vientiane

That Dam Stupa (no, that is not a misspelling of a vulgarity)

They say that a seven-headed Naga lives inside and has protected Laos from a Siamese invasion. (But, I did not see said Naga, and can give no testament.)