wind-ruffled tall grass bobs and rebounds aimlessly and yet in concert
Tall Grass Haiku
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DAILY PHOTO: Cylindrical Houses in Peru
These are restorations of the stone portions of a cylindrical houses. These would have been topped with a conical thatched roof, though less is known about the details (e.g. pitch) of such roofs because the thatching (obviously) didn’t survive as well as the stone bases. These were located at an archeological site on the road between Cuzco and Puno.
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POEM: A Salty Tale of Blue Skies
The culling ships came, and brought us deep, blue skies. Those who never saw them could not have suspected that the fast, mad machines were about to crash hard, as if on rocky shores, and no one would be left to tell our salty tale - except those azure skies.
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POEM: The Power of That Which Bumps in the Night
The last lamp out dips the room into darkness [sudden darkness] and in the nothingness, before vague shapes form, a clunking sound triggers the stab of an adrenaline spike into ones chest -- mainlined frisson, or fright: the heart thumps, the chest cinches, the stomach lurches, breath is sipped spastically, and an involuntary noise escapes from some unnamed place within. The power of strange and startling thuds and whumps has fueled many a storybook, but though the mystery is rarely solved, we get over it soon enough.
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DAILY PHOTO: Around the Bend from Victoria Falls
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POEM: Lighthouse Keeper
The lonely lighthouse keeper, peering through a deep-set but narrow window at waves smashing onto the rocky shore, spouting upwards in a fanned geyser. So much depends upon his maintenance of momentum, but the better things go, the more dreadfully boring is life, and when things go poorly, there are russian roulette odds of tragedy. Like life on a mountain, but when someone crashes into the mountainside, the mountain-man is an unlikely participant in the tragedy.
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POEM: Ripples & Stillness
ripples expand from some unseen center where a fish feeds, and when stillness returns i welcome its short life
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DAILY PHOTO: Chinese Fishing Net at Sunset, Kochi
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POEM: Starlight
I shambled out to watch the fine-fired light of some bright but distant star. The message in that moment was old news -- more than ancient & less than relevant, yet it was the only news on offer. If one traced that line of light back towards its source, one might find the source no longer existed, its last instant recorded in the caboose passage of light as it whizzed past.
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Negative Image Haiku
a palm tree, like fireworks bursting, blocks sunset hues
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