A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Friday, April 20, 2018
Asteriated Droplets
Rain beaded on
A lilac leaf, an
Astragal of spheres
Strung along outer
Space, arranged in
Years to hold drops
Of time, minute stars,
To bend the leaf --
To keep this universe
Of ours inflating
In shade, after rain
And not evaporating.
Thursday, April 5, 2018
A Photon is a photon
For this, I go back nearly a decade (11/15/2008)
Antiparticle Of A Photon Is A Photon
With a voice in it
Sent all ways at once,
Echoing at random on
A becoming collocation--
In minds surprised
By a healing tune or
Curtain opened on an
Indoor moon.
This black flower sends
Petals into night,
But silent?
I don't know, things said
Sometimes leave me
But silences, never.
After all, where
Would they go?
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(Horiculturists, please look up Scilla Peruviana . I heard the name "Blue Midnight" and, despite my ethnicity, prefer it to "Portuguese Squill".) Because of interest in the flower, I'm adding a photo of the same blossom a few days later:
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Recombinant Cooperage
Yesterday or tomorrow
We work in undone barrels--
Believing in wine-future,
Wine-done and, at this juncture
Reuse bilge hoops set, reset,
Into spheres and domes-- serving
Garden hearts and homes.
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Valentine Evening
Just thought it apposite to close this lovely and loving day with 2 Normaphotos:
I, with an espresso gift from Daughter...
... and to all, an arrangement from Norma's work in our garden.
To those readers who expected a poem on this post, I can only quote that lovely man, G.K. Chesterton, who wrote,"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." I can only say it is now 7 p.m. and my brother-in-law just left after giving me a waxed round of Camembert --Marin French Cheese-- and I am thinking of trying it. Wish me luck!
I, with an espresso gift from Daughter...
... and to all, an arrangement from Norma's work in our garden.
To those readers who expected a poem on this post, I can only quote that lovely man, G.K. Chesterton, who wrote,"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." I can only say it is now 7 p.m. and my brother-in-law just left after giving me a waxed round of Camembert --Marin French Cheese-- and I am thinking of trying it. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
2xCyclic 5-7-5 Haiku
Not even what will
Be before what happens last
Can undo the past.
But nothing is still.
Ampliative induction
Goes 'round --always will.
Sunday, January 7, 2018
New Year Moon!
We share a moon, a moon!
Look into the night sky,
Marvel, be astonished,
Go to bed, dream but don't
Forget --don't forget we
Are, when morning comes,
As one, one species, we are.
The moon reflects a star:
We share a star, a star!
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