the flower bobs
on its long, stiff stem.
the sage is unmoved.
Fluid Stillness [Haiku]
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Pollinator [Haiku]
the bee wallows
in pollen like a drunk
sprawls on a bar’s floor.
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A Close & Colorless Sea [Free Verse]
The ocean vast
closes in.
Clouds drop.
If the horizon still exists,
it's behind an approaching
wall of gray.
Whatever is closing down
the world has also
drained it of color.
The shadows are black.
The sea foam is white.
Everything else is
some dim, earthy tone.
The sea may have retained
a hint of green or blue,
but it's hard to tell --
so darkened &
gray-infused
are the waters.
I fear the world may shrink
to a dot, like an old timey TV
snapped off, a dot that's
bright white but cold.
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Winter Clouds [Haiku]
winter clouds:
will they / won't they rain? or snow?
or just menace?
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Moody Sunflower [Haiku]
the sunflower
that bows its head in the sun
feels pensive.
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Bonsai Bluff [Free Verse]
green-topped granite.
a gnarled evergreen
clings to the side --
clings without clinging,
effortlessly jutting out
over the chasm
to feel the sun & wind.
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“A Noiseless Patient Spider” by Walt Whitman [w/ Audio]
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
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PROMPT: Un-invent
If you could un-invent something, what would it be?
Being acquainted with the Law of Unintended Consequences, there isn’t a thing I’d un-invent. You start arrogantly messing in the natural progression of things, and you never know what kind of monster you’ll birth.
Once upon a time, I might have said nuclear weapons (still a strong contender for ender of our species.) Then again, who knows what kind of horrific World War III we might have had, had we not been forced to sober up a little.
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Future River [Haiku]
the river trickles.
but its broad shoulders tell
of expectations.
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Urban Jungle [Kyōka]
in a city park,
muscular baobabs &
wiry strangler figs
provide residences
for the fierce squirrels.
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