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Silver Storm [Haiku]
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Category Archives: outdoors
The Dead Space [Lyric Poem]
The trees will soon be barren, all. It is that time of year -- the Fall. The understory never was, and can't now house the insect buzz. And, so, the woods stand silently -- nothing treads in peace, nor violently. It's empty; devoid of motion: life hides below, as in Oceans. It does feel like we're out to sea - a strange place where both sides are lee. And - so - we're stuck, we can't move on, but can see promise over yon.
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DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Makalidurga
Ripples [Haiku]
ripples on a pond:
the day seems still & windless,
but, somewhere, air moves.
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Sole Connection [Free Verse]
The mountain
was so long ago.
Yet, I feel its pulse
throbbing under foot --
into my ever-loving sole.
[You thought I was going to say:
"everlasting soul," didn't you?
Do you think my soles
inconsequential in comparison
to my soul?]
Nothing is firmer or finer
than the point at which
I touch (& know) the earth,
than the point which
presses the real,
and, thus, by which I have
evidence that I live.
[The ghost feels nothing in its soles --
if such a being exists.]
These lowly old soles connect me
to all that is, was, and ever shall be.
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Understory Lore [Tanka]
in a thriving wood, sits a barren patch of understory. oh what tales locals tell about the patch that can't grow!
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DAILY PHOTO: Psychedelic Street Art of Chicago
Lone Oak [Haiku]
one oak tree
stands atop the hill:
unstruck by lightning.
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DAILY PHOTO: Roanoke River
Treetop Fall Drop [Haiku]
the treetop leaves
that catch early & late sun
are the first to fall.
