This, a comment, left at friend Nora's blog.


at my ear
this mosquito...
spilled wine

This... was left as a comment at Talon's good blog.


a wing
into another summer
the bee

Hollow Lies

A departure: a short story that may reflect the thoughts of a Patuxet clansman.

__I looked into the boy's face and saw tears... coursing down those dirty cheeks. "Boy, what are those tears?"

__"These tears question my value to me, and my clan. Old one, hidden among your years you must surely have known these doubts, and found the answers to the troubles of the young; having found those answers, please share them with me and my impatience."
__"Boy, I fear I've frogotten the troubles of a child... as a child sees their troubles. What, can your cares be?"

__"Elder, I have tried to be what the clan wants me to be, to be where I am wanted, and not where... I am not. I have been silent, I have spoken only when spoken to, and then only in the Spirit's truth. I have tried to make my clan proud of me, and me... proud of me; I've cared enough to do these things, but these tears still trace my failures, and my failures seem all that matter. Old one, to unravel these streaks of tears... I ask three questions. Will I ever please myself? Will I ever please my elders, and why are my tries... overlooked?"
__"Child, always be pleased with your attempts to please; If your unnoticed tries to please are your greatest triumphs, that joy is a gift you can give to yourself, and then you will see the sum of those tears fade as you follow that joy into new tomorrows. But first, you must see that tomorrows contentment can never be yours if you linger... within yesterdays unanswerable questions."

I awoke.

__Within that instant's kef of a vanishing dream... I saw the rusting tears of the boy that I once was, and I knew I had told myself... Hollow Lies.
_m

The color, the name... and a child smiles.


tiger lilies
open to a new day's sun
this swallow tail

From last summer.


keeled minds
sail quiet seas
courses of a given chart
this ruddered imagination
explores

Last Saturday even'n... at the pond.


stars hang
in this spider web
a night's dew

I guess everyone knows... why the cat ran.


a cat ran
this dog stands at rigid pose
on three legs

__In, and beyond these rapid and incalculable changes that erode what we once knew, I admire the changeless. I'm privileged... to have been able to watch the Catbird hatchlings change, in that changeless scheme of creation; today I smiled broadly at this sight... an empty nest.


a change
the catbirds take to wing
changeless

An instant's Cinquain echo... left at Cynthea's blog, in response to her good post. _m


my soul
above the flame
from out of this smoke reaches
grasping at every memory
ashes