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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.

Flower Sellers [Haiku]

amidst bright colors
and fragrant aromas:
sense overload.

Fly [Haiku]

frenetic fly,
spastically flying loops:
lands from whence it flew.

DAILY PHOTO: Baku’s Flame Towers

“Goose Chant” by Luo Binwang [w/ Audio]

Goose, Goose, Goose,
Look skyward and let your song loose.
White feathers float on the green lake
As red feet paddle through clear waves.

NOTE: This poem’s title is often translated as “An Ode to the Goose” but the Chinese title 咏鹅 (Yǒng é) is “Chant[ing] Goose.”

PROMPT: Time Wasters

How do you waste the most time every day?

YouTube. I usually go there in a productive pursuit, but then fall into the rabbit hole.

The Flow Slows [Haiku]

seated on the wall,
beside the rushing creek,
the world slows.

DAILY PHOTO: Noravank Monastery

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Enshrouded Mountains [Haiku]

the mountain trail
is engulfed in clouds;
a loud owl hoot.

“A Burnt Ship” by John Donne [w/ Audio]

Out of a fired ship, which by no way
But drowning could be rescued from the flame,
Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they came
Near the foes' ships, did by their shot decay;
So all were lost, which in the ship were found,
They in the sea being burnt,
They in the burnt ship drown'd.

PROMPT: Nostalgia Food

Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?

Probably Fair food would (as in County Fair.) Provided they haven’t all changed since I was a kid. (Having not been to a Fair since childhood, I wouldn’t know. Hence, its validity as an answer.) So, anything inappropriately breaded and deep-fried.

I’ve never run across home-cooking or home style cooking that was close enough to my mother’s to trigger nostalgia. (Though I guess tuna-mac recalls undergrad years lean on time and money, but with a youthful propensity to not worry over the waistline.)