Lost in the Flood

our moment forever, '79

our forever moment, ’79.

crystalizing awareness

matter

~

begin.

continue.

continue onward.

define, refine, decline.

evolve.

devolve.

disappoint.

we are not benign.

~

die satiated.

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Dubious Garden Honors

Once, upon a dizzy dance
playing among the flowers
(and plants)
secret molds conspired against me
and tho’ i kindly
broke dirt clumps,
some pixies thought
to give me lumps
and make of me
~a chippy monk~
(just for shits and giggles).
So now, it’s off to bed for me
with tissue, drugs, and hot, mint tea
as butterflies float free
among the blossoms, prettily.
~
irony makes me grumpy.

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in stillness, discovery

once, an anguished writer
in the garden
(ranting)
heard, be still.

I Must Write!

be still

but
this is…

importance?        not.
most words     do rot.
no need for weeding
life. look up! look in!

and…
be still within.
please, please, be still.
..
~

the less said,
the more discovered;
without rants
most joys dance.
life is purple bubble pants!

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here’s a pun for the anguished one:
let stillness dance in bubble pants
(drop that uptight pair).

 

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String of Dots Life

i once made

a    time line

a    long line

with .d.o.t.s.

~occasions~

morse coding my life.

dit dot    dot dit to do.

i thought it a bit  ~.i.r.o.n.i.c.~

~.d.o.t.s…st.r.u.n.g..together.~

~collier.de.perles…….w.i.f.e.~

~~decorated living for a storefront life~~

when flowers take wing

whenflowerstakewing1…do thank them for coming.

~

spring’s praise

let the way itself arrive

What dies in autumn comes up in spring
because this way of saying no
becomes in spring your praise song yes.
~Rumi

garden anxiety

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shy iris

light

The Essence of Iris


whatever gives pleasure is the fragrance of the friend.
whatever makes us wonder comes from that light.
~rumi

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a haircut and hazelnut hymn

damp fragrance rises

today

clouds of    hazelnut coffee

settle

slowly

among folds,   crevices

defining tired eyes.

gratitude’s aroma    smiles the mind

as locks of growth

hit the floor   unceremoniously

scuffed through,

scattered,

swept away.

all, yesterday’s glory   gone.

~

freedom’s swish   so delicious

… and richly nutty.

~