January 2012
1 post
It is stark madness To feel claustrophobia In this universe.
Jan 26th
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December 2011
1 post
A Bird
Unexplained In the salt meadow Lay the dead bird. The wind Was fluttering its wings. — Sheila Wingfield
Dec 29th
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November 2011
9 posts
Nov 29th
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Once I wondered why Old folks walk so bent & slow. Now I really know.
Nov 24th
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Blackbird in the rain - Are you wet under feathers? Is your heart as dark? — Image from “1Q84”, Haruki Murakami
Nov 20th
Nov 20th
Morning wind & rain - One lone coot bobs in the waves Where once were hundreds.
Nov 18th
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You are a house fly On this November morning. Memento mori.
Nov 16th
The wolves are silent. In the depth of the forest The moon is howling.
Nov 9th
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Go tell the mountain, “Just meditate without me.” I’ll climb up later.
Nov 8th
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Walking in deep woods, Making love in pitch darkness Escape right angles. — After Poetbabble http://t.co/5CciiAFQ
Nov 8th
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October 2011
2 posts
Empty House
The Realtor’s sign Slapping up against its post In the Autumn wind
Oct 31st
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klindbeck: Office allergy her third sneeze goes unblessed
Oct 31st
3 notes
August 2011
1 post
Spurned the ham sandwich But ate each yellow jacket That swarmed about it.
Aug 8th
July 2011
3 posts
I asked my dog why He’s enthusiastically A dog and got licked.
Jul 30th
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“Water is H2O, hydrogen two parts, oxygen one, But there is also a third thing,...”
– D. H. Lawrence - The Third Thing
Jul 2nd
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Mocking bird above Sings: “Repeat!” “Repeat!” “Repeat!” Or is it “Replete!”?
Jul 1st
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June 2011
2 posts
klindbeck: After dark the robin can’t stop singing in the rain
Jun 12th
5 notes
Tanka poem from "Gaijin Diary"
journalofanobody: The telephone wire, heavy with hungry sparrows watching restlessly as, in slippers and robe, I sleepily fill their feeders. —by the author of this blog. For more, see http://www.tumblr.com/tumblelog/aki-no-niwa
Jun 3rd
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May 2011
5 posts
morningporch: Coffee in my left hand, I weed the herb bed with my right, muttering at the clover: out with you, foul sweetener! as my fingers turn black.
May 26th
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Far Now from Sendai: Five Haiku
journalofanobody: Sakura open even without me to see: another spring gone. ********** If I were still there, I would take them for granted, those soft clouds of pink. ********** Counting lost springtimes in a place beyond seasons, they pass in my heart. ********** Where a house once stood, a jumble that was a life, sakura flowers. ********** I bend to retrieve from the mud and...
May 15th
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At the dawn adhān “Prayer is better than sleep.” Wails from the towers.
May 8th
May 8th
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Barefoot all summer - Only children & elders Tread the naked earth.
May 2nd
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April 2011
5 posts
One thing is certain - I’m now too old to die young, Promises broken.
Apr 25th
ListenJen Hicks - Morning Walking Song I’m a...
Apr 19th
Parting of the Ways
Trunk over the trail - Girl dog leaps high above it; Boy dog crawls beneath.
Apr 11th
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Trail Wandering
One babbling mind Pollutes the silent landscape - Or all just  one song? (Forgetting again to bring myself back to the dogs & the trail, I cut & fold these words to fit 17 syllables instead. Maybe I’m not responsible for the wandering But for remembering to come back home.) To which my daughter Ariel responded: quietly sitting no thoughts interrupt, just feel sunshine on...
Apr 2nd
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Duck Estate
Two mallards stake out This fine potential nest site. Dogs rush by - No Sale! (This duck couple is just standing in the rain. But do I know exactly what’s running through their minds?) To which my daughter Ariel responded: Disgruntled quacks!
Apr 1st
March 2011
9 posts
Intersection - Richard T. Rauch
There are in a crossroads four options: one ridden and known, one unpredictable, two opportunities — slow corners anchored by a gas station, post office, convenience store, bank - safe cliches backlit in relief against horizons — waiting for the light to change, easing off the brake: your turn.
Mar 29th
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Straight up in the air! Nobody else flies like that — First osprey of spring.
Mar 28th
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klindbeck: I am not here but these red peppers are so I buy one
Mar 27th
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klindbeck: ** Wind in the trees I want it to be louder than the traffic **
Mar 17th
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My dog lifts his leg - “Not on my camellia!” Screeches the neighbor.
Mar 16th
east wind
klindbeck: Resisting this east wind moment: scarlet palm fruit scattered on the ground * East wind the wind chimes singing all day long
Mar 7th
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klindbeck: After sunset a blue heron circles overhead wings of descending dusk
Mar 4th
7 tags
Did you ever hike  To become fond of your pack Inordinately? The heart is where the home is So long as the load is lite.
Mar 4th
8 tags
Likely Epitaph
Tom Hobbes’ epitaph, “… the true philosopher’s stone” - Tomb bumper sticker.
Mar 4th
6 notes
February 2011
2 posts
morningporch: A thumping in the crawlspace under the house and muddy footprints in the snow: the resident woodchuck is in heat. Rain drums on the roof.
Feb 28th
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klindbeck: Some Small Stones Cool sunset the peach ice cream clouds all fade to gray * In the black silence between crickets and bird song your sleeping breath * this plastic container just the right size for taking a tail-less lizard outside and depriving the cats of their toy * This chipped mug from a broken set painted with irises from someone I love * A golden swirl of cirrus crosses...
Feb 4th
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January 2011
6 posts
8 tags
A Month After the Solstice
The sun stays longer. The momentum of winter Carries the dark chill.
Jan 27th
4 notes
6 tags
Espresso Synesthesia
Many times I’ve pressed the lever And watched the shot ooze from the spouts Like mellow honey lather; Counted breaths to time the shot, Neglected pangs of hopes and doubts - Each pull what another’s not. Pressure varies with the tamp (Too loose and I’ll fall clear through); To make each grain hot and damp. As this stroke wavered, lite or strong, Sweet or bitter shifted too In...
Jan 26th
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Old Master Laotse Was surnamed the “Long-Eared” - Ancestor rabbit. - (Ref: Kakuzo, Book of Tea, p39)
Jan 24th
klindbeck: The wavering rose of sunset on the pond for a breath it filled my tired mind with reflected light
Jan 13th
1 note
8 tags
Cold enough to drift, Snow blows horizontally - Carolina pines.
Jan 13th
7 tags
In the air, then down, Spine against the iced porch deck - Yanked by my leashed dog.
Jan 13th
December 2010
7 posts
5 tags
We never stop dreaming.
There’s one root difference between asleep & awake: In “wakeful consciousness” we modify, sometimes nearly overlay, our dreams with the input of our senses. So the difference is: When asleep we have no conscious sensation or control of our bodies; When we wake our bodies feed us our sense of identity & reality. We never stop dreaming.
Dec 26th
3 notes
8 tags
With my two dream dogs I’m walking down the dream trail On this bright dream day.
Dec 18th
7 tags
Face in the mirror - All of the old man creases Are of bright laughter.
Dec 8th
7 tags
My children, all three, Are human beings in full bloom. The angles rejoice.
Dec 8th
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