a bird-shaped cloud! then the mountain becomes a dreadnought on calm seas.
Runaway Imagination [Haiku]
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The Mountain has Fists [Free Verse]
The mountain feels like it flows as much as the river that sits beside (or more so -- i.e. more smoothly.) The contours of a half-buried fist -- rounded knuckles and fingerbones -- sit in the mountainside, as if jutting out of sand, but soft & green. It looks like the whole hand could lift out of that mountainous topography, and flick away the buildings on the bank, or pluck canoes out of the river. (But now the water is too low and chaotic for any craft to pass.) So, maybe the ancient mountain monster will just put up its dukes to the world, shaking that great, green, soft fist.
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Season of Rain [Haiku]
boot sinks in mud. rain halts; it rains some more. dry? vaguely recalled.
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Himalayan Rains [Haiku]
down the valley, clouds struggle to climb over the ridge.
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Garden Lizard [Tanka]
a garden lizard can't resolve whether to scurry, or to be master of all that it surveys?
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Boulder Equilibrium [Haiku]
giant boulder rests upon a hilltop: stable, stable,... falling.
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Hazy Mountains [Haiku]
in the distance, nothing but blank gray. near: vivid green
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The World Blurs [Haiku]
winter sunset: clouds soften at the edges. the world blurs.
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Winter Walking [Lyric Poem]
Out into a winter night, with snow and silence and fright. What's beyond the torch's light? Rubber boots on crunching snow. Oh, how far we have to go. An hour's trudge until sun glow gathers on the horizon. Then walk 'til the day is done -- again abandoned by the sun. We'll set up camp in the dark, try to get flame from a spark, and dread when next we embark... a few hours down the line.
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The Hut Life [Lyric Poem]
Just give me a simple brick hut with its doors tightly shut, and a cooling crossflow breeze, shaded by banyan trees. I won't be expelled by AI or sold the daily lies. We can talk live, not by "hit send" -- clueless to the world's end.
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