Tag: Commentary
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Gaia Cries
Gaia Cries Sultry afternoon in SpringTucson-dreamingMeditating Waiting for long-delayedAbsent rains to nourishThe parched land The dry riverbedLanguishing in dustMouth open wide EmptyCrackedDenied As Gaia cries –LE – 3/5/25
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Morning Meditations
Meditating sitting meditatingmorning dovesoutside my windowhoo-hoo-hoooohoo-hoo-hoooowho-who-whooooo sitting meditatingtraffic cacophonya few streets awaybackground staticthrough wind chimesimminent rain signs bathe sunbaked groundswildflowers bloombeside cactus spineshillside climbs can stillhear the chimes resonatingsitting meditating –LE
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Emerald Green …
Anoter from my Spring Haiku Collection Emerald green grass,Few leaves have come to the trees —Earthworms dance for rain. –LE
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Linear Thinking
Linear Thinking linear thinkinglinguistic thinkingour common lotmost can’t seemto rise abovelong ingrainedconcepts thatinfluence ourperceptionsof time andconsequence but what if we’vejust not evolvedenough to perceivereality in thegeometricexponentialdimensionshinted at bythe mathematicsof the multiverseof eternityhere andnow what if eternity universe and/ormultiverse existseverywhereall at oncenow –LE – 2/25/25
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Helloo o — Sol?
An old one from my Spring Haiku Collection Golden willows waveAmidst dark and leafless spines —Summons the sunshine. –LE
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Gunk
Gunk latelyit seems like I’malways rubbing my eyesalways itching and tearywiping away tearsor dustor the mixdustytear-stuffguck –LE – 2/13/25 I know … disgusting! Everyone says so…; -)~
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Comin’ Round The Bend
Comin’ Round The Bendby Ruth Moody I’m comin’ round the bendI’m almost at the endThis old heart she is a-healingThis old heart she’s gonna mendSpent too many nights a-cryingCalling out for you my friendI’m comin’ out of darknessI’m comin’ round the bend I’m almost in the clearI feel the dawn is nearAnd you won’t find…
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Memoir Memory – Crumbs – Revisited
This was written in the aftermath of a 20-year relationship ending, sadly. Crumbs In the silence of alonenessWatching me perform – dance and bowAnd feign a smile – thatHides the hole where purpose dwelt. In hidden depths I writheWith vestiges of love-passion memories, That solidify, shrink, and crack –Shattering me to crumbs onThe kitchen floor…
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Drawing On The Bed
Drawing On The Bed drawing on the bedfor support face-planting unintentionallyunquestioningly too tired to move or evenremove my shoes why, why, whybrain is mush don’t want to thinkor even dream too much effortneed the void eternity … –LE – 2/22/25
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Revisiting My Sonoran Desert Elegy
Sonoran Desert Elegy cougars and bobcatsand coyotesoh myjavelinasprairie dogsand roadrunnersscurry by with jackrabbitsand skinksGila monsters andrattlesnakeswith insectsin infinitevariety desert denizensflying highfalcons and eaglesbuzzards andravens whileowls and bats claimthe night sky backdrop of mountainsand sandy parchedground where cacticreosote and mesquiteeucalyptus anddesert daisies linedry washes summer monsoonsand winter rains thatflood those parched plainsboth evaporate in thedesert heat…
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