It is stark madness
To feel claustrophobia
In this universe.
A Bird
Unexplained
In the salt meadow
Lay the dead bird.
The wind
Was fluttering its wings.
— Sheila Wingfield
bracken’s cool fire
the bare trees
burningvia c8h10o2n4
(Source: weandthecolor)
Once I wondered why
Old folks walk so bent & slow.
Now I really know.
Blackbird in the rain -
Are you wet under feathers?
Is your heart as dark?
— Image from “1Q84”, Haruki Murakami
American Coot
Morning wind & rain -
One lone coot bobs in the waves
Where once were hundreds.
You are a house fly
On this November morning.
Memento mori.
The wolves are silent.
In the depth of the forest
The moon is howling.
Go tell the mountain,
“Just meditate without me.”
I’ll climb up later.
Walking in deep woods,
Making love in pitch darkness
Escape right angles.
— After Poetbabble http://t.co/5CciiAFQ
Empty House
The Realtor’s sign
Slapping up against its post
In the Autumn wind
Office allergy
her third sneeze
goes unblessed
Spurned the ham sandwich
But ate each yellow jacket
That swarmed about it.
I asked my dog why
He’s enthusiastically
A dog and got licked.
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