“A Shropshire Lad XXXVI” by A. E. Housman [w/ Audio]

White in the moon the long road lies,
The moon stands blank above;
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.

Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the ceaseless way.

The world is round, so travellers tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.

But ere the circle homeward hies,
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.

NOTE: This poem is sometimes titled by its first line or an abbreviated form, thereof. So, it’s sometimes called: “White in the Moon the Long Road Lies.”

PROMPT: Shoes

Daily writing prompt
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.

Well, they were Timberland hiking boots, a pair that was comfortable and had served me well on a number of hikes in various parts of the world. Then, on the Goechala Pass Trek in Sikkim, I learned that they were only held together by some planned-obsolescent glue.

I had to hike six days with one of the soles strapped to my foot for one of the boots, and five days for the other. Yes, after so many miles of hiking in various environments, they fell apart within one day of each other. I guess the glue has a finite number of puddle steps in it, and I hit that number one day earlier with one boot than the other. That’s when I realized there’s nothing special about a shoe. It’s just a bunch of the lowest cost materials stuck together in the lowest cost assembly method and designed so you’ll have to buy a new pair every few months to years, depending upon the type of shoe, its use, and its price point. If there were a monopoly on shoe production, no pair would last more than a week. It’s only competition that allows for some halfway decent pairs to exist. I’m happy with any shoe that protects my feet, and — once it doesn’t — it’s dead to me.

Sandstone Still-Life [Haiku]

in sandstone canyons,
shrubs grow thick & green;
no signs of day life.

Last Cluster [Haiku]

the last cluster
of frangipani flowers
tops a bare tree.

DAILY PHOTO: Yun Lai Overlook, Pai

Seasonless [Haiku]

spring green to the right; 
tawny stalk stubble on the left
a seasonless dreamworld?

Lil Beaming Faces [Senryū]

sun to flowers, 
“now that I have your
attention… shine!”

DAILY PHOTO: Flower Festival, Nong Buak Haad Park

Dancing Shadows[Haiku]

a barren tree
paints dancing shadows
on the sandy canyon.

Obdurate Orbweaver

some spiders scurry 
when their web trembles,
but not the orbweaver.