Sunday, August 26, 2012
Note: Gonna be away
Shall be leaving for Madrid, Spain for a work-related conference this coming weekend and so, will probably be busy preparing for the trip this week. Probably won't be on the blogs till mid September.
Gonna be a sponge while I'm over there. Soak up the culture and art. Maybe when I get back, I'd be fresh filled with ideas.
Be well, friends.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Info Overload
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***
Ads of every kind
in every view,
by every which way
turn
scenes interrupted
partially obscured by
pictures of gardens
on rooftops,
swimming pools
by seaside
piceous glassy gadgets
delicious to touch
carriages designed for
speed and comfort
stretched faces
with stretched smiles
to sell, or
am I the one
being sold?
a rusty frame
erect
beside a busy
highway
taking a chunk
of sky --
is that also an ad of some kind?
***
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
The quiet of rainforests
***
Stillness
A rustle of leaves --
a wild boar feeding,
crack of twigs --
macaques foraging.
Low hums over
murky ponds --
dragonflies, damselflies
land on lily pads;
a bee, a wasp
at different speeds
of urgency, consider
a lotus flower.
A splash, a bubble --
a monitor lizard
takes a dive,
a turtle emerges.
***
Stillness
A rustle of leaves --
a wild boar feeding,
crack of twigs --
macaques foraging.
Low hums over
murky ponds --
dragonflies, damselflies
land on lily pads;
a bee, a wasp
at different speeds
of urgency, consider
a lotus flower.
A splash, a bubble --
a monitor lizard
takes a dive,
a turtle emerges.
***
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Waking
***
All that noise
Sunday morning, awaking before the heat,
before the first six o'clock bus rolls by,
before the whistle of boiling kettles,
and clatter of pot covers in neighboring kitchens,
lie in the silence
that rests still across the land;
rest in the quiet
of trees remembering the swamp
and the song of crickets in the reeds
accompanying a new river.
Listen:
how almost all together
the reverberating vibrations
of our collective machinery
knOCk BanG
ruMble
hum
ROar
the sum of our tremors
penetrating bones and stones
break a sunrise.
***
Friday, August 10, 2012
Nature takes all
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More pics at: Gathering Dust Locally
Poem posted for dVerse Meeting at the Bar -- Impressionistic Writing, with Claudia.
Urban Mangrove
Spicy orange ants
fiesta, scatter
on the coarse sandy
shoreline;
low tides
edge the mangrove
allow human intruders
to retrieve belongings
tossed at sea.
A spider hunting,
sand flies, mini roaches
in a mass of discolored rags
and discarded nets
scamper, scatter
burrow deeper.
It's theirs now, these oily
colors, these slime covered
straws
and plastic wrappings,
these entanglements
of fraying nylon rope,
this one sneaker,
this worn truck tire.
Adopted,
adapted
urban habitats,
human reflects.
Volunteers clearing the mudflats of rubbish. |
Discarded clothes at the edge of mangrove. |
More pics at: Gathering Dust Locally
Poem posted for dVerse Meeting at the Bar -- Impressionistic Writing, with Claudia.
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