Tag: Writers
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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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Green Hildegard
21st century environmentalism can find some inspiration in the words of a 12th century nun. As one who did not begin writing until my late thirties, I’ve always felt inspired by Hildegard of Bingen, who didn’t begin recording her own visions and music until she was in her forties. Skimming through some of her work…
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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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The Nature Psyche #10. Lost Voices, A Haiku Poem.
First language, first music Our Earth ever heard The voices of birds Waves of sound, Carrying, Traveling, heralding Life’s expansion of emotion Human ancestors Heard you, did they envy you? Did they long for your song? Nature’s slow clock Ticking, tinkering, misty hands Of Evolution A forest, rustling leaves, Your songs, are quietude For anxious…
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The Nature Psyche, #9. Curious Crows
I can’t share the video here, but a pair of crows landed on this tree and began tearing off big, thick chunks of moss. I’m not sure what they were up to–they didn’t seem to find any food–but they were fun to watch, and reminded of the Robert Frost poem below. Crows are one of…
Haumanu Speaks/PoetiCalli 