tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67017121510108348412024-03-12T21:54:24.693-07:00Gardening With Geo.Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comBlogger317125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-90906024840735323202022-10-03T00:00:00.000-07:002022-10-03T00:00:03.357-07:00Time Interior, Exterior<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cA-fwK4h7DCrD-pObx6rOqCCQEQj-zJyY8Hw6wIsanzy6poWQLXzJ4cyAwbHfssAGSyapQxNhRCoyPIvqCrae3j2YNn_Ik8ydPCgZDt99QVWxCiGNQd8lRRJ5NVcx9FgrSTa1s1LiNpK2BaZiuXQr6BITX2pd9XkjIgBpaE_dFqsb9yIhZC2n0jbig/s883/autumn2021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="883" data-original-width="655" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cA-fwK4h7DCrD-pObx6rOqCCQEQj-zJyY8Hw6wIsanzy6poWQLXzJ4cyAwbHfssAGSyapQxNhRCoyPIvqCrae3j2YNn_Ik8ydPCgZDt99QVWxCiGNQd8lRRJ5NVcx9FgrSTa1s1LiNpK2BaZiuXQr6BITX2pd9XkjIgBpaE_dFqsb9yIhZC2n0jbig/s320/autumn2021.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Two years before Woodstock</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I checked the library clock</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In a room that contained itself,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A hearth of afternoon glows</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">And over those, a mantle shelf</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Where you had placed a rose. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-36294924551665804242022-05-29T23:40:00.003-07:002022-05-29T23:52:51.608-07:00Tabletop<p style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;">If you look at the photograph carefully you'll see as it wanted to be seen, taken 30 years ago with a Mamiya Sekor SLR at this table. Unloading my pocket knife and wristwatch onto the table in front of a small framed clock got our two youngest interested. I asked them if they'd like to be included. They did, so we went outside and they posed as would like to appear in the photo. </span><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">They did, and we discussed where their images would go.</span><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQx7zIn25CylXoXMWo4EnRbvFsvpx9QPs_67nPNXMmvaMLZLhACQKAgKMKFdlpXmin0VZr95jgvoWZxGTZVl_rzX4q6LbdvWme_kF54Gpvxq9Vhk60kevZhLc5gh1H17EA4IOmBSAQDOE8lqKynJEMdAbUSFimHVRIDSSITiQz9yqVfF9rTBduLrGQ_w/s1568/IMG_4992.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1568" data-original-width="1568" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQx7zIn25CylXoXMWo4EnRbvFsvpx9QPs_67nPNXMmvaMLZLhACQKAgKMKFdlpXmin0VZr95jgvoWZxGTZVl_rzX4q6LbdvWme_kF54Gpvxq9Vhk60kevZhLc5gh1H17EA4IOmBSAQDOE8lqKynJEMdAbUSFimHVRIDSSITiQz9yqVfF9rTBduLrGQ_w/w400-h400/IMG_4992.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Nine year old Son wanted to push or pull the minute-hand, as might we all sometimes. Four year old Daughter preferred to sit in the wristwatch and see what that unidentifiable thing with tanks and chimneys was going to do in front of the pocketknife. None of us remember what that thing was, but went on to have good lives. I guess the theme is, life is large but sometimes best done in little.</span><br /><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-68245454592577174762021-11-01T00:17:00.001-07:002021-11-01T02:22:29.722-07:00Loud Cars<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Halloween and monsters moan</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">In my yard --it is hard dying of gas.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Blasting out undone youth, brains</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bowels, modified mufflers pass</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brains, bowels? Former or latter,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I don't know --doesn't matter.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Youth? Truth? Toddlers</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">With toy hammers? Here at the </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Midnight hour, adults in</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Delusions of power roar past.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Why? I don't know. Unless we</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">All mature, I can't be sure.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> <br /></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-56865613265779325152021-09-27T21:38:00.002-07:002021-09-27T21:38:34.349-07:0012-Sided Cosmic Prayer<p><span style="font-size: large;">For your consideration, one of many 12-sided copper and bronze-alloyed objects unearthed in Europe and attendant islands. They are of Roman origin, around 200 AD and earlier:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYUPjAJs3YghMRFny8WIxiNuD_Jhm8EIeayB_6eMxHPjjiqE7QyNrzNpgiPaVkeLwpvDs_5ySNJ9DaVWCoR3njfOrV8ghuf__9YEUywH3e57RV7Q0oerOZPvVPiXVjI-MGqA3kFXlzdE9/s455/2018_Rheinisches_Landesmuseum_Bonn%252C_Dodekaeder_%2526_Ikosaeder.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="378" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYUPjAJs3YghMRFny8WIxiNuD_Jhm8EIeayB_6eMxHPjjiqE7QyNrzNpgiPaVkeLwpvDs_5ySNJ9DaVWCoR3njfOrV8ghuf__9YEUywH3e57RV7Q0oerOZPvVPiXVjI-MGqA3kFXlzdE9/s320/2018_Rheinisches_Landesmuseum_Bonn%252C_Dodekaeder_%2526_Ikosaeder.jpg" width="266" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"<i>The dodecahedron is the shape used for embroidering the constellations of heaven." --Plato (circa 400 BC).</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Whether it was an early form of dice in crapgames or sacred object really makes little difference. These objects of astonishing antiquity</b><i> </i><b>have been found all over western Europe and, for me, compose a...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b> <i>Prayer</i></b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i> Lord, in discord we have</i></b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i> </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Fought catastrophes,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Turned and run</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>To what is dear.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Now, on our knees,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>We are moved to ask:</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Please, can we not</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Improve from here,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Instead of Armageddon? <br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i> </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i> --------</i>I had hoped to make this a 12-lined poem but only managed 9. The tardy 3 lines doubtless exist in the future but currently exceed my depth. Is anybody working on this? Best of LUCK to all of us.<i> </i></b></span> <br /></div><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-62451725132388847202021-07-01T17:18:00.002-07:002021-07-01T17:44:44.882-07:00When Saucers Landed<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We were young, expectant, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Renting a cottage from </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Doctor Spock, on Kent Street</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">who'd walk</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">His old dog through our yard:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"C'mon Sannee (Sandy),</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Poor lil shit", but had a surprisingly</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Useful understanding of children--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">For a Vulcan. We read his book</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">On Kent Street (named after Clark), at</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The corner of Lois Lane.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes, as aliens say from</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Their sudden saucers: don't let your</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Moral compass slide off its binnacle.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A country, a ship of State, in</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">That distress, doesn't know where </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's going anymore.<br /></span></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-88161012317117693632021-03-16T16:00:00.002-07:002021-03-16T17:08:57.797-07:00 First Heard It When I Turned 13<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/KFltUGm7iLQ" width="480"></iframe> </p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">What is left to us really, an</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">An awkward cotillion in</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hazmat tuxedos? </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It goes without saying, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gowns --crackle of fabric </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fills our haunted hall and</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">All our wishes whisper from</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The floor: we can't hear</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The music anymore.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Strange to think confusion's</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Call and random chance</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Left us this ball, this dance. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> <br /></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-13946622446947230172021-02-18T16:29:00.002-08:002021-02-18T21:43:49.936-08:00What Tails Are For<p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Today's journal entry (to Minnie, who loves cats):</span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIiKZLTYFXagbupK6qmOaamQC-M7j5o5SPDZWm4v0T_nr3mZVIoSFCHyTFZLgG1n_cQ_hUZ8Zp2hAz8N1F-aura7yTv_BzwVAGPgfZEIpQLOfBgSk7Ly2JMY3a_xSObA1qw6kuTFYuY5R/s679/catdoodle.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="679" data-original-width="510" height="571" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIiKZLTYFXagbupK6qmOaamQC-M7j5o5SPDZWm4v0T_nr3mZVIoSFCHyTFZLgG1n_cQ_hUZ8Zp2hAz8N1F-aura7yTv_BzwVAGPgfZEIpQLOfBgSk7Ly2JMY3a_xSObA1qw6kuTFYuY5R/w428-h571/catdoodle.jpg" width="428" /></a></span></i></div><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">I wish my tail hadn't dropped off some months ago. I wouldn't have to use a cane sometimes. <br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> *********************************<br /></b></span></i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>(In response to Meems, a much-valued commenter, I'm translating my handwriting into something readable here:</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> <span style="font-size: large;">An event</span></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> Lives through a mind</span></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> And mind anticipates</span></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> Events --a cat</span></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> Waits at the back door.</span></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> That is balance,</span></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> What tails are for. <br /></span></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></span></i></div><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-54663474709518184592021-01-04T22:21:00.000-08:002021-01-04T22:21:31.007-08:00NOT ALL<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2daSkraVz2LNKhCMeKmhXkKvwtj1DHoSAAHNALT7ifGg36FOyr3QHYyqe81bjirDUhy2qZfa0M9AotIlQfHJ8P8ukt65Z7Zd_ukJd9YAfjw4TjMnlGKsgufDBVG4BMvCavfCCyLTQnAPo/s440/rahima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="368" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2daSkraVz2LNKhCMeKmhXkKvwtj1DHoSAAHNALT7ifGg36FOyr3QHYyqe81bjirDUhy2qZfa0M9AotIlQfHJ8P8ukt65Z7Zd_ukJd9YAfjw4TjMnlGKsgufDBVG4BMvCavfCCyLTQnAPo/s320/rahima.jpg" /></a></div><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Not all possibility is</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Simply assembled, but</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In motion, colliding,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sliding, withdrawing,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Eliding, trading orbit</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In light, time and chance.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">It is a huge dance</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Of probability, you see,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">And so are we. </span> <br /></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-49766987964653684202020-11-15T23:08:00.001-08:002020-11-15T23:30:58.881-08:00Shadow Gardening<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ter0oKY6WNbom-vyinBoZLyfRbY0Rnk1LuhMxviIzHqwsmF6TvkoxlXT28IuzjsSamregdh4m-v2O_VnAKeYd-PiqZa6wfKA-hta97DI3SRYbcGEC41jATTBIEn17AbCeaW5TLxQUHxv/s648/gargoyles1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="648" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ter0oKY6WNbom-vyinBoZLyfRbY0Rnk1LuhMxviIzHqwsmF6TvkoxlXT28IuzjsSamregdh4m-v2O_VnAKeYd-PiqZa6wfKA-hta97DI3SRYbcGEC41jATTBIEn17AbCeaW5TLxQUHxv/w400-h299/gargoyles1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I don't know how</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">She combines</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Anatomies of </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Shadows and trees.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Its proof plays out</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In contours --our</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Backporch roof lures</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Surprises like these. </span> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TlUjgJ4Ytau906-FN7bv3BgShVSoAotAkILclxqGYeKFlhFxzLT0jBE7V5YlVkYdRg0HsL6PM815LdWeyOSz5GSfAq__zu9r3UGjdtdRuXEGaSWutmYiCx1I-_F7TkDOnSUcvB6VmVE7/s346/gargoyles2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TlUjgJ4Ytau906-FN7bv3BgShVSoAotAkILclxqGYeKFlhFxzLT0jBE7V5YlVkYdRg0HsL6PM815LdWeyOSz5GSfAq__zu9r3UGjdtdRuXEGaSWutmYiCx1I-_F7TkDOnSUcvB6VmVE7/s320/gargoyles2.jpg" /></a></div> (detail of Normaphoto) <br /> </div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-5634873303015619312020-10-21T17:23:00.001-07:002020-10-24T20:07:29.099-07:00Planets and Dragon Eyes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWy5-Zt6-NrzyU4PE508zeZnfdTEEoXpfK6hY8S6F4jQte7HKZCHT96kReE9cDc0VLh9KyvO9CRaAD884MqDZ3PlB8mY3ugCIH1PWfIvt9C8dw00VCLmCo2lVKWjnBUKoMg7Oj0TXogc04/s295/U5TEEIGBWbQTwjWKdk2bfOO3Ou5ZBlis0D3PqtuamIiTEZvn9E0ZeuHne1Jv.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="295" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWy5-Zt6-NrzyU4PE508zeZnfdTEEoXpfK6hY8S6F4jQte7HKZCHT96kReE9cDc0VLh9KyvO9CRaAD884MqDZ3PlB8mY3ugCIH1PWfIvt9C8dw00VCLmCo2lVKWjnBUKoMg7Oj0TXogc04/w400-h298/U5TEEIGBWbQTwjWKdk2bfOO3Ou5ZBlis0D3PqtuamIiTEZvn9E0ZeuHne1Jv.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dilatory but alert, an ancient</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eye watches for some slight</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Shift in momentum or mass.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Through branch bark ridge</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">And glass it watches a bridge</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Of light, day and night, for</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Orbital decay, for planets--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Any sort of drift that may</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Send each its separate way.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><p> </p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-16784921805080761292020-08-15T17:35:00.002-07:002020-08-15T17:35:34.892-07:00Wonder Watches (<i>dedicated to my sister, who took this photograph)</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are clouds</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And a breeze --</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It's a hundred degrees--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Air sighs aloud in a</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chinaberry tree, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">From which, under</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Deep shadow, wonder</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Watches you and me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A cold April day --here</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Rain overlays its sound</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Where kind and kind commingle--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A sigh that does not stop but</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Scales windy treetops under</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This moon of ours...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> ...sings with the</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sighing sea in a language</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Of stars, here with you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And here with me. </span><br />
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Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-34231058201736370392020-05-16T16:11:00.000-07:002020-05-17T16:12:42.626-07:00Ground Level<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">After coppicing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The turkeys come.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">They stand and bow;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Need not know how</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">We release borers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Into their custody,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Digestive tracts--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">And honor acts of</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Kindness, sacrifice,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Cruelty, food chain.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">This is how the universe</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Remains in mystery.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">It is also a nursery.</span><br />
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Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-4111519874325470592020-04-22T16:36:00.000-07:002020-05-02T18:22:28.187-07:00A Break In The Clouds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">An alchemistry of thought, photography</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Found deep in another century, trimmed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Into lockets, carried in pockets --paper,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Light and silver-salts-- evolved a</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Distillate of rainbows, an age at which</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">We learned to expel excitement in new</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ways through time, space, its swales and</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Bends by bowing, falling out both ends. </span>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-26869133746144043152020-01-30T00:17:00.000-08:002020-01-30T18:41:20.249-08:00Queen NoireIn keeping with my recent theme of cats and it being rather late at night, I have elected to do it again. You are welcome to visit examples on all 3 of my blogs --please <a href="https://trainrideoftheenigmas.blogspot.com/2020/01/why-parcel-companies-dont-hire-cats.html">click here</a><a href="https://atrialinvader.blogspot.com/2020/01/potted-olive-tree.html"> and here</a>. I hope you also enjoy this bit of doggerel, er...catterel:<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Queen Noire</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Norma named her</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Noire --who has grown</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">To claim her eucalyptus</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Throne-- a cat-shaped</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Droplet of night, she </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Assumed royal rights</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Between barkbeds and</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Flowers, has powers of</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Rare device yet does, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Unlike lesser rulers do, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Eat mice; good thing too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span> Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-32177430160314648402020-01-18T18:43:00.000-08:002020-01-18T18:43:14.065-08:00Overseeding (Reworked Poem from 2008)<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>I will use this Normaphoto of Tux to retain eye-contact with the audience --something I've had trouble with, even back in 2008. </i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Thought is reception</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Less like time unseen</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Than grass quivering</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Over seed --we </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Are suggestible.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">In circuitry, potentials</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Isolated and rhythms </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Set and yet simply</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">We follow the tremendum</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Of birth --of sensing, seeing--</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">The incomparable change </span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>From Not Being to Being,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>And Live</i> --love and yet</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>We promptly forget.</i></span><br />
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Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-26012862045943556972019-11-25T00:19:00.001-08:002019-11-25T00:19:35.860-08:00Mid-Autumn, 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Histories combine</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Into a fenceline.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">In the anatomy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Of the future,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Time is a nerve </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Through which</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The universe</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Experiences itself. </span><br />
Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-76638796902495707132019-10-25T18:19:00.000-07:002019-11-25T00:27:28.945-08:00More Thoughts On Turkey<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She still climbs and oversees</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jennies</span> and </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jakes</span> spread into</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Prairie, gently, intently.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Not all lived --my neighbor,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And dear friend, found</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Feathers in his field.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">She is alone now and</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">How her heart roams, as</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">She surveys the lanes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And homes, is testament--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Proof-- that lingering love </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And care include our roof. </span>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-3830993997242489192019-09-29T16:02:00.000-07:002019-09-29T16:02:01.457-07:002019<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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(<i>Photo is an unintended companion-piece to <a href="https://lepslog.blogspot.com/2019/07/camanche-lake-1969.html">Camanche Lake 1969</a></i>. <i>Associative mentation and time tend to play such pranks.)</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Shutting The Door Behind Me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Unlike some sentients<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>,</i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I close the door behind me</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">But do not open a window.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have found snakes in</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">The pumphouse, and the</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Odd mouse, both begging</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">To be let out --and I do.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">But descendants return</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">After many generations,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">(About two days for us)</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">And repeat history, and</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">We defeat the mystery.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sentience means we must.</span><i> </i></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So shut windows <i>and</i> doors.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The universe you save is yours. </span><br />
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<i> </i> Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-11056292615937910212019-09-10T20:39:00.000-07:002019-09-10T22:43:18.693-07:00My Hero of Point Reyes, 1965<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">We arrived, a '63 Chevy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In morning mist and</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Insisted we wade out</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As one into the sounding </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sea --Drake's Bay.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The day was hot and we</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Rejoiced under sun</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Into night then hiked</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Back up, to a note</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">On the windshield:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"You left your lights</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">On this morning, so</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I disconnected the battery--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ranger Dave." We</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Found a half-inch crescent</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Wrench under the hood</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And surmised we,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And an angel, dived </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Into the same wave.</span><br />
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<br />Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-23474508298550167052019-08-02T14:32:00.000-07:002019-08-02T18:14:14.692-07:00Irreducible Haiku<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Down a cat-shaped hole</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Moving through the universe</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Rodents disappear. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Moment of creation is</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Always ideation, progress,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Succession of futures,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Falling stars and heartbeats.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">By gain and retreat we </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Define time over real, unreal</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">And climb what is revealed. </span><br />
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<br />Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-45716558926210694412019-07-01T16:08:00.000-07:002019-07-10T15:19:52.884-07:00Camanche Lake 1969<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I remember it as though</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">It was only 50 years ago</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Instead of half a century.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">She and I adventured at</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">A convergence in history--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Three counties,</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Amador, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Calaveras, San Joaquin,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Camanche among & between,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Where our state came to</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Mean gardens and old</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dreams of vineyards, gold,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Then hopes for those </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">With swimmers' bodies</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Rose between our yard-long</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Arms and she took a photo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Why? I still don't know. </span><br />
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<br />Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6701712151010834841.post-84325627668342319462019-05-26T21:03:00.000-07:002019-05-26T21:03:26.459-07:00Regarding Tools, Sub Rosa Revisited<h2 class="date-header">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Where time</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Expands space,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">We touched hands,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Joined ways</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">And to that </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Touch entrusted</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">All our days. </span>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com12