Tag: Monochrome-Madness
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Late Winter Ride
Late Winter Ride translucent cloud-terracesclimbed the western skybisected by a few awkwardlyangled contrails etched in the blue spied a roadrunner and a prairie dogscurrying in opposite directionsamidst early Brittlebush blossomsalready gone blowsy this late winter day the mighty Santa Cruzbone-dry as the surrounding desert floorwhile the peaks of the Catalinaswear China-white shawls –LE – 3/16/25
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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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A Conspiracy Of Shadows And Their Ilk
Yes, me thinks shadows do have an ilk…; -)~ Shadows Rattling windows and doors,coolness that implores,explores,stretches,moving up vertical placesat questionable angles,lying across tables and chairs,stairs and floors,deepening the gloomin already dim places,in cornersand behind closed doors,sharp or soft edged,misshapen pools of darkness,yes, and me too. Auras of suspense — presupposed,magical, mysticalto those so inclined,play of…
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Another Memoir Memory – The Black Knight – 1968
The Black Knight It was a crisp, early fall, late evening; and the very airseemed alive, crackling with energy, shimmering in thestreet-lights’ dim glow, where the colors of trees, bushes,and parked cars were rich and deep on the desertedstreet, with golden highlights on everything… I waswitnessing Shiva’s Dance. Then it rumbled in the distance, like…
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Blue Skies Smilin’ At Me
Blue Skies Smilin’ At Me once again on the Loopblue skies smilin’ at meover the mountian peaksand through thewinter-bared trees early Brittlebush bobs itsamarillo heads in glorioussouthwest sunshinethat washes postcardpanoramas of the high Sonoran desert a lone roadrunner exitsstage left as I scanthe nettles for ACMEroadrunner traps or anvilsand just maybe Wiley E… –LE –…
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Success – Memoir Addendum
Success I studied classical violin when I was a child. My teachers, over the years, informed my parents that I was no prodigy and would probably never be good enough to be a ‘professional’ musician. This colored my view of myself and my abilities. It took many years for me to come to Nietzsche’s realization…
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Last Ride Of 2024
Last Ride Of 2024 marbled blue skymisty mountains silhouettedin the southern morning haze mountains to the north and westspotlit by the morning sunevery feature crystal cleartheir ramparts near many of the tree limbs are barewith grasses and shrubs turnedbrown or dark green-gray no animals crossed our path todayexcept a single bird of preycircling lazily over…
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On The Second Day Of Christmas
Silverbell Lake Ride On The Second Day Of Christmas puffy whip cream cloudson a bright blue skynot much sunto dazzle the eye contrail-etched crescentsand question marks inscattered patches of blueprovoke questions of intent statuesque roadrunnerpoised in the shoulder brushdarts to the right aswe roll by trash in the pathunder the Grant Rd. bridgemakes the descentand…
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Who Knows? – v2
Original is from the late ’90s; just revised to make current… Who Knows? – v2 Who knows the whys of wherefores gone awry?Who sees through the skin of the curved blue sky,Or plumbs the depths of chaos and causation, Seeking a genuine realization, orPerhaps just a wisdom pearl and dissolutionBack to an essence universal? –LE…
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We’re Only Human, Right?
Only Human vaunted humansmerely a strain of primateswith opposable thumbsand the ability to thinkabout the future, andthinking thinking about thinkingover-thinking? thinking based on perceptionsas is all thinking, butnone possible without sensesand perceptions of pastevents and future expectationsbased on them but all perceptions capable oferror and missing the realityor ‘truth’ of any and allexperiences … the…
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