through the bamboo snowcaps catch the morning sun -- what bamboo?
Mountain through Bamboo [Haiku]
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Tag Archives: Mountain
DAILY PHOTO: Helicopter in the Mountains
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DAILY PHOTO: Dhavalappan Giri
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Monsoon Skies [Haiku]
Ghost Army [Haibun]
Thick clouds scrape over the ridge. In the foreground, sun-fired sands shine brightly, but the mountain behind has fallen dark, as if it's being marched over by the waves of a ghost army -- formless battalions that block the light. When that marching army reaches the nearer mountain, it will neither stop nor slow, but will crawl overland, coming ever nearer. the fore mountain shines, even as a ghost army closes from behind
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Bone Mountain [Haibun]
The landscape is strewn with boulders, its topography formed from piles of them, its flat fields dotted with them. These boulders are the remnants of a once mighty mountain -- an ancient mountain. People stand in awe of those rough, angular slabs of granite, standing a mile high. But those are the young whippersnappers. This mountain is so old that it's just a pile of bones, devoid of connective tissue or fleshy covering. It's a corpse of a mountain that has half buried itself. the ancient mountain is now bone-smooth boulders its age unsung
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DAILY PHOTO: Mountain Creek
POEM: A Leak in the Sunny Side
Rounding through the pass, I crossed from the cold to the sunny side. But while I transited from the damp & mossy to the dry grass side of the mountain, I carried the cold with me. The ubiquitous sun would not warm me, but rather I seemed to suck the warmth out of the world -- as if I were a portal, and the light landing upon my skin was shunted to some parallel universe. I was the world's window left open with the heater on, and the temperature differential pulled a steady breeze in my direction, to who knows where?
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POEM: Geologic Time
The boulders' slothful migration inched them down the hillside. They moved so slow you'd never know they were in leaden landslide.
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DAILY PHOTO: On Stone Mountain
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