Taken in October of 2014 at Ellora Caves
DAILY PHOTO: Temple Carved out of a Mountainside, Ellora
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Author Archives: B Gourley
Three Rolling Hill Tanka
I
granite domes
bubble from the flat lands,
earthly zit, or
beauty marks written
in topography
II
the foothills
spread from the mountains
like ripples,
echoing from
the cordillera
III
four horses,
standing on the hilltop,
as if meeting,
but with no common
vision or purpose
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POEM: Information Inflation
What is overproduced & under-desired is cheapened.
We live in a world that does not want for information.
Perhaps, if we had to carve our words into stone —
or press them into clay tablets —
and had to carry said tablets around,
we’d be more careful what we said,
and people would be more eager to read it.
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DAILY PHOTO: Ajanta Caves from a Distance
Taken in October of 2014 in Maharashtra, Aurangabad District, near Fardapur
While these Buddhist caves look quite prominent now, in 1819, they’d been grown over by vegetation and were long forgotten until rediscovered by Captain John Smith, who was engaged in a tiger hunt at the time.
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Limerick of Vietnam
There was a bold florist from Vietnam
who was graced in great measure with aplomb.
There was nothing quite like
how she rode motorbikes
with eight thousand flowers, two kids, and her mom.
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POEM: Poetic License
Poetic License…
a permit to say strange things in strange ways.
It’s not quite Bond’s License to Kill,
but, sometimes — merely by using words —
one can deceive people into thinking
that conveying meaning is one’s principal goal.
It’s not a Double-Oh License to Kill,
but it does let one write in secret ciphers,
with each reader providing their own key.
What mayhem might be unleashed by one operating under such a license?
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DAILY PHOTO: In Full Bloom, Cubbon Park
Taken in December of 2013 in Bangalore’s Cubbon Park
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POEM: Ideas, Old & New
Ideas are like keys, unlocking new
versions of you. It needn’t be a new thought.
It might take twenty-three exposures to
an idea before it slips and twists
to pop the lock — unleashing a new you.
Why not the first time you read a concept?
Who knows? Maybe, the last time all pins weren’t
aligned. Your mind wasn’t in a receptive
state, or you were missing a vanguard thought.
I only know that spring-loaded mind “pop”
has always come with a sharp exhale, and
the feeling that I’m forever transformed.
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POEM: The Reader
I tore up your world, remaking
it in a style that was my own.
I wiped the crown from your King’s head,
and painted myself on the throne.
Your cast kept me good company
when I felt like being alone.
Your story became the sum of
my knowledge, both known and unknown.
For these sins and so many more,
I refuse to ever atone.
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DAILY PHOTO: Ganesha Park, Nakhon Nayok
Taken in September of 2014 in Nakhon Nayok, Thailand
