An early morning bike ride
under an industrial sunrise
with smoke in the jet stream
hazing up the skies.
September 16, 2020
Category: Quatrain Poem
April 11, 2019
Sunrise
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Gauzy broth veils the golden yolk
Morning cobwebs dull goals and dreams
head clears as sky clears, future gleams
Ready to eat this day. Won’t choke.
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A Redondilla Poem
December 28
Knee Surgery
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Would I go back to tell the young me
Not to do what I did?
To get off the three wheeler that flung me
to avoid the roll and the skid?
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Is it the decision that formed me?
Scars shaping my future days?
Or is it is the decision that deformed me?
Starting a suture phase.
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No I wouldn’t change a decision
I made as a naive youth
Sure I was lacking forward vision
but as adult I achieve truth
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Quatrain Poem
November 18
Tsuga canadensis
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Where there is now a nascent hemlock stand
A grand hemlock of many years once stood
Should you want to know the story of the land
Stumps are shorthand for rains and winds withstood
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November 12
“The woods is shining this morning
Red, gold and green, the leaves
Lie on the ground, or fall
Or hang full of light in the air still.”
~ from “Grace” by Wendell Berry
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The woods is shining this morning
A little bit less from above
A little bit more from below
First hard frost causing the inversion
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Red, gold, and green the leaves
Have finally fallen carpeting
The lawn and last year’s leaves
The gold standing out, gleaming
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Lie on the ground, or fall
Into the soft piles of leaves
Surrounded by colors, engulfed
By the scent of transition
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Or hang full of light in the air still
From branches you’ve climbed to see
The leaves from afar, like you could
When they clung to the canopy
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(A Glosa Poem) inspired by
“Grace” by Wendell Berry
November 6
Komorebi
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I understand the Japanese
Have a word for the interplay of light and leaves
When the sunlight shines through the trees.
Why don’t we?
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(A Quatrain Poem)
(A Monorhyme Poem)
November 7
Psithurism
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They say this word is obsolete
But I don’t know how that can be
When it creates a thought complete
About the woods surrounding me
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(A Redondilla Poem)
(A Spanish Quatrain)
February 4
Super Bowl Sunday
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A spectacle of athleticism and division
A source of negativity and derision
Money changing hands both in the field and in the stands.
All on display through the high def television.
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For nearly two hours you follow the ball
Downs, catches and rushes you watch them all
The win’s a surprise and the tears in their eyes
Show the many dimensions of football.
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(A couple of Quatrain Poems)
January 26
On the occasion of Robert Burns’ 259 birthday yesterday.
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My love is like red red roses
Uttered Bobby Burns to she
Newly sprung in June he supposes
Good thing he didn’t say it to me.
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I know those new red red roses
Aphids and beetles do assail
While fragrance goes up our noses
They are blitzed by fungus and scale.
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Bobby Burns you can keep your rose
I have no interest in the work.
Why is it a red rose you chose?
You didn’t do your homework, jerk.
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(A quatrain poem)
A Picture and a Poem 