grand monuments,
overgrown with moss & weeds,
for Dead long forgotten.
Graveyard [Haiku]
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Boats in Motion [Haiku]
boats rise & roll
with constant motion; as
gentle waves lap ashore.
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Out of the Cave [Haiku]
up ahead, light washes into the cave, and I stagger out.
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Buck Vigilant [Haiku]
Cloud Break [Haiku]
weeks of cloudy skies. then one morning: warm gold light around the curtains.
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City Market [Haiku]
Five Wise Lines from The Book of Thel by William Blake
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? / Or Love in a golden bowl?
from Thel’s Motto
I am a watery weed, / And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales: / So weak the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head. / Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all / Walks in the valley.
from Part I
Then if thou art the food of worms, O virgin of the skies, / How great thy use, how great thy blessing
from Part II
every thing that lives. / Lives not alone nor for itself
from Part II
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction? / Or the glistening Eye to the poison of a smile!
from Part IV
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Flat Fog [Free Verse]
Stationed in East Anglia,
I remember layered fog,
fog so thick one couldn't
see past the hood's end,
but, given a slight rise,
one could see all the way
down the runway -- as if
it was a cloudless full moon eve.
As one might expect of an airbase,
(having been built around a flat runway)
there wasn't much topography.
But sometimes life is like that:
a tiny rise in perspective
allows one to see the world clearly,
but a minor dip puts one in a
soup of unfathomability.
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State Change [Haiku]
water smashes shore,
rising as foam then raining
back down as liquid.
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Buddha Light [Free Verse]
Walking the ruins
of some old Buddhist
university,
I entered a chamber,
and found myself
confronting a Buddha,
its head obscured by
a bolt of sunlight.
I thought it might be like
one of those Angkor Wat
crop tops from when Pol Pot
had the heads chopped off
all the Buddhas to make
some quick cash.
But the head was intact,
just blotted out by blinding light,
and I blinked my way into sight
of that serene face.
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