“Meeting at Night” by Robert Browning [w/ Audio]

I
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

II
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

Vanishing [Haiku]

a blossom falls
into the water:
i look. it’s gone.

Crows in a Row [Haiku]

curb crows
stand in a row.
what’s the sky say?

“Song of More Sugar” by Liu Guo [w/ Audio]

Reeds cover the tiny island.
Shallow streams cut through the cold sand.

I see the Southern Tower for
The first time in two decades.

How many days since I moored
Under this willow tree?
Mid-Autumn Festival is almost here.

On the rocks of Yellow Crane,
Do my friends still reside?

This old place has many new sorrows.

If I bought wine and we cast off together,
Could we be young again?

Snake Hijinx [Kyōka]

i see snakes jutting
from the water; usually
i’d discover
it’s not snakes but sticks,
but today isn’t the usual.

DAILY PHOTO: Tiny Tents in the Valley, Goechala Trek

Roughhousing Snakes [Haiku]

at water’s edge,
snakes wrestle: writhing, twining,
but slipping the pin.

“Death, Be Not Proud” by John Donne [w/ Audio]

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

PROMPT: Animal

Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?

Human being (Homo Sapiens) bears the closest resemblance.

Why? For starters, humans are animals. And I think if I were put in a lineup of varied species and a random intelligent person were asked to pick the Homo Sapiens, they’d pick me.