July 5

Rumbling Relief

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The storms come finally on this hot humid day

Accompanied by thunder and lightning relief in the form of a torrential downpour

Electric disappears with a welcome gust of wind energy renewed with each drop hitting the ground

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(A Cleave Poem)

July 4

Sight seeing

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Watching fireworks through the trees

Flying flames highlighting lobed leaves

With every burst nature’s revealed

Pulsing as the embers cartwheel

Safe from the rain beneath the boughs

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Still able to see all the wows

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Watching folks high-end to low-brow

What brings crowds to watch explosions?

They’d run from dynamite or guns

Colorful blasts get aaaahs and ooohs

Somehow these explosions amuse.

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(A Puente Poem)

July 1

No Need for Seymour

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Curvaceous evolution

In chartreuse and burgundy stripes

Beguiling and self-sufficient

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Insects find tubes irresistible

Sweet nectar filled death trap

Slippery, treacherous, efficient

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Silent still tropical carnivore

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Exciting, beautiful, mysterious

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(An Indrisos Poem)

June 30

Pressing Pause

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We are all so busy

At least that’s what we say

It’s how we spend the day

We are all so busy

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Saying yes without delay

So careless with our time

Intriguing paradigm

Saying yes without delay

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Would it not be sublime

Daily to take a pause

And say no just because

Would it not be sublime

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We are all so busy

At least that’s what we say

It’s how we spend the day

We are all so busy

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(A Catena Rondo Poem)

top photo by @the021439 cjf

June 29

Learning a New Language

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While you’re planting a plant

Have you stopped to ponder

That this plant can’t wander?

What we can do it can’t

Thought its roots run rampant

It will not live yonder.

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Why did you plant me here

Among these thugs and brutes

Where soil’s bad for my roots

Branches eaten by deer

Blooms hidden by those near

Oh why can’t I uproot?

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What do plants have to say

About our garden display?

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(A Hex Sonnetta Poem)