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__I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Something different.
_Sunday's comment at Words Flow, and when I read Lorraine's words I instantly and easily scribbled this echo; Lorraine suggested I post that verse here, and I Thank you, Lorraine.

_My wife Kathy, she and I, are off to the pond 'till Sunday, coming... hope to find an -E-link.

The nights
Changed to dream,
The moment she became
All my days.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

I look for those things of time, the flowers of now... from then, and the remnants of that that was.

tiger lilies
reunion of timeless friends

Friday, June 26, 2009

Another instant home; Scusset... a breakwater in Plymouth.

clam shells
rattle in the surf

Monday, June 22, 2009

Here, it seems it has been raining_ forever.

nectar feeder...
its plastic flowers
drip of rain

Friday, June 19, 2009

Home for an instant: Through the summer, holly leaves turn yellow then fall away... quickly replaced by new green.

yellow leaves
this holly changes clothes
a finch

Tuesday, June 16, 2009


I'm off on a tangent today. I was fifteen when this was written... then, I had aspirations of becoming a bard when I grew up; fifty one years later, nothing has changed. ;-)

The world is in my hands,
Mine are scared and stained
By the blood and gashes
Of past mistakes.
The future will cleanse and cure them
To preserve the evil that lies within,
For without evil there can be no good,
And good is the paradigm I seek.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

_At Past Tense, Andrew's most recent good posting has brought to my memory this... scribbled in my notes a few years back; one word, I trust, will be offensive to no one.

far lightning
above the soft thunder
my dog farts

Saturday, June 13, 2009

An instant home from the pond. Every year at this time, I search for these wild flowers.

walks among these trees

Wednesday, June 10, 2009


morning mist
jems the spiders art
a moth

Monday, June 8, 2009

A new day begins.

bird talk
this five o'clock

Saturday, June 6, 2009

This silliness of rain drops putting out the 'fires.' Oh, not to worry... they all 're-lit!' This, a second posting.

fire flies
in this night's soft rain
pfsst pfsst pfsst

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

night train
the distant wheels rhythm
rising fog