a bird absconds
with a tree's last few leaves
for its Winter nest.
Leaf Thief [Haiku]
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Unity [Free Verse]
Many particles to the atom,
Many atoms to the molecule,
Many molecules to the cell,
Many cells to the tissue,
Many tissues to the organ,
Many organs to the system,
Many systems to the organism...
And so it goes,
The many always viewable as
a larger ONE.
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Winter Shore [Haiku]
stormy winter day:
seafoam sizzles, its sound lost
to wind and waves.
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“The Pond” by Amy Lowell [w/ Audio]
Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-coloured water
And the croaking of frogs --
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.
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Cold Stream [Haiku]
Spring flows:
frigid and silt gray --
rush down the mountain.
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Rough Edges [Haiku]
BOOKS: “The Black Riders and Other Lines” by Stephen Crane
The Black Riders and Other Lines by Stephen CraneMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Project Gutenberg Site
This collection consists of sixty-eight free verse poems, most of which are short (though a small number take up more than a page.) Crane’s poetry is philosophical and often surreal. It’s poetry that’s as likely to spur rumination as it is to evoke intense emotional experience. Some may find Crane’s poetry irreverent because it takes on formal religion and dogmatic groupthink, more generally, but – for others of us – therein lies its appeal.
This collection includes “In the Desert” as well as a number of Crane’s other well-known poems.
I’d highly recommend this collection for poetry readers, particularly those who enjoy poetry of a philosophical bent.
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“Behold, the grave of a wicked man” by Stephen Crane [w/ Audio]
Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
And near it, a stern spirit.
There came a drooping maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
"No flowers for him," he said.
The maid wept:
"Ah, I loved him."
But the spirit, grim and frowning:
"No flowers for him."
Now, this is it --
If the spirit was just,
Why did the maid weep?
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Yew [Lyric Poem]
Oh, the Yew tree --
Such a beauty!...
But on that Yew,
You'd best not chew:
It'll kill you painfully.
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Last Hurrah [Haiku]
with foliage thinned,
the grassy undergrowth gets
one last time to shine.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 