Tag: Poetry
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Albatross Wisdom, Nature Psyche #20
It may seem odd, but I love seabirds, especially albatrosses. They live their entire lives (which can last as long as our own) over the ocean, coming ashore only to the remote islands where they were born to raise their chicks. How amazing is that? Some beautiful photos, and words:
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Another meditation on Good and Evil. Nature Psyche #19.
Does one of humanity’s darkest evilsGrant perpetual license to the state of IsraelTo treat innocent others as though they are disposable?Can we fairly draw gradations of collective evil?This we can accept, that is intolerableThis is defensible, that is despicableOr is it all simply evil?And what of our assaults upon the Earth,Our crimes environmental?Mother Nature will…
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Good and Evil, Nature Psyche #18
Who woulda thunk America coulda sunk To idiocy and hatred Divorce from facts An echo chamber of lies Corrosion of truth Unconscious darkness Projected onto others Unconfronted ignorance Will this evil fade softly As an awakening From a bad dream? Wood block painting by Kawase Hasui, 1933 Nascent flowers Tendrils of democracy Seeds that cannot…
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Night and Day. The Nature Psyche #16
Nocturnal stillness Reflected light of the gods Life’s strife can wait One perfect moment To remember,to inhabit For eternity Toils of the day The measuring and spending Of precious Time
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Dyslexia, a poem, a lament
How I would love to read With speed, without fatigue Quickly, voraciously Un-dyslexically Jealousy? envy? Alas, it’s true But within the frustration Innate compensations Are small celebrations I’m mostly at peace With me The Reader, by Renoir
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Autumn Reflections
High above the hawk is circling Red shoulders cutting through blue sky The year’s last delicious thermals are rising Like feathers the leaves are falling Dazzling colors giving life as they die Surrendering to the season, so gracefully accepting The night chorus of crickets is thinning Issuing a sporadic collective sigh Through the cool autumn…
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Impressions of Autumn
High above the hawk is circling Red shoulders cutting through blue sky The year’s last delicious thermals are rising Like feathers the leaves are falling Dazzling colors giving life as they die Surrendering to the season, so gracefully accepting The night chorus of crickets is thinning Issuing a sporadic collective sigh Through the cool autumn…
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Neurodivergent Haiku
It’s hard to imagine a more unabashed or showy flower than the California Poppy. And they’re tough—well adapted to long, dry summers. Once in a great while, however, a plant puts out a cream colored variant. As soon as I saw this flower it struck me as a perfect expression of what it so often…
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Happy haiku (only one today)
Deep in the forest Childhood’s favorite color Cures the middle age blues
Haumanu Speaks/PoetiCalli 