Category: My Work
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Six Jays
Six Jays In Our Tree Conversing in their squawky language. They linger here on their journey From North to south and back again, Against a sunny sky of Spring or Autumn. Harbingers of the changing seasons. They pause here as they make their way I delight to see them flashing blue on blue To moderate…
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Mongrel – First Contact
Mongrel – First Contact As ragged and dirty as the day is long Four legs and a crooked tail And a look bespeaking many beatings. The smell is musty, the fur is matted. No collar, no tags, a mongrel for sure. The head is down and tail between the legs But no teeth laid bare…
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Mongrel – First Contact
FELLA As ragged and dirty as the day is long Four legs and a crooked tail And a look bespeaking many beatings. His smell is musty, the fur is matted. No collar, no tags, a mongrel for sure. The head is down and tail between the legs But no teeth laid bare in fearsome warning.…
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Never Finished
A Piece Is Never Finished As time goes on, opinions and viewpoints change. New meaning, new purpose, new context are always occurring to me. Often what I wrote in the past appears childish, or pompous, or downright stupid and, believing firmly that there is always room for improvement, I revisit my work with a critical…
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Haiku #37 – So Blessed
Haiku #37 – So Blessed A bright sunny day Yesterday was very dark I am oh, so blessed
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Palimpsest
Palimpsest A Palimpsest is usually a painting or a document that has been over-written, covering the original work to either hide the original or for purposes of recycling where the original material was too rare or expensive: for example, vellum. Much of what I write is a thinly veiled autobiography – that’s the hidden part.…
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Thank You
Thank You How can I say βThank Youβ to a face I do not know? Some random act of kindness bestowed upon a stranger By a stranger in a strange land deserves a grateful nod. I may not be able to acknowledge that kindly gesture As it unfolds near or far from where I am,…
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Casting
Casting To cast aspersions, Is the first step down the sinful slope of pride. To believe that I am less, or you are more Focuses on perceived, unjust inadequacies. To cast doubt, Floods the landscape with uncertainties. It leads to wasteful tail-chasing of what-ifs And contributes nothing to the task at hand. To cast division,…
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Will I Be
Will I Be? Will I be forever curious Desiring to see landscapes beyond the horizon? Often I am content with the view at hand, Taking pleasure in things within reach, Delighting in the common place. Will I be forever content At peace with myself and the world? There are no turmoils raging within, No storms…
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