Tag: Photography
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Gone Blowsy Already
Gone Blowsy Already a third of the Brittlebush hasgone blowsy alreadyand April’s not even done their yellow petals wind-pluckedlike she loves me, loves me notsfuzzy brown heads bob gray-green pincushionspinioned with plethorasof frizzy-headed straight pins –LE – 4/21/24
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Late April Morning Sun
Late April Morning Sun the late April sun leaves my legs and arms itchy and red after three hoursa 23-mile recumbent bike run the dew-rag between my helmetand head is soaked throughbarely keeps the sweatout of my face the ride’s elevation inclinemore than 700 feet took my10 bars of internal power andstrength down to zero…
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Optimism
Optimism Clearing blue sky,A promise in bare branches.In winter, there are sunny days.In adulthood, childhood can return. — Deng Ming-Dao
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Give Thanks
Give Thanks When you arise in the morningGive thanks for the morning light.Give thanks for your life and strength.Give thanks for your food.And give thanks for the joy of living.And if perchance you seeno reason to give thanksRest assured the fault is yours. – American Indian Saying
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Once Upon A Time
Once Upon A Time Once, I focusedUpon the vista before me,A psychedelic hallucination, so thatTime seemed to significantly slow downIn reverence, paying homage toThe sunset’s long rays lighting theWest faces seared into my imagination –LE – 4/7/24
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Consciousness
Consciousness a wave in the sentient metaverse rippling through the multiverse –LE – 3/29/24
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The Genesis
The Genesis the Voidthe Taothe sourcethe multiversethe quantum fieldthe unified fieldcosmic chaossame sameexistential genesis all as itshould bemust beherenow nothing to doabout ittotal immersionas all washesover and throughcontent tolet it be –LE – 3/27/24
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Ramblings
Another old one… Ramblings I’m empty pocket blue, riding a steel rail into the murky night. Time and miles roll by as I fly through ambiguous sights. As I close my eyes to all things consider, my life’s flight from stop, go, right turn, left, and wrong, impregnates the reverse with dreams of my…
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Ode to the First Dandelion of Spring
Ode to the First Dandelion of Spring There you sit all alone,between walk and stairsBut worry not, the spring is newand we’ll soon be trippingover every kind,all bathed in dew. Too soon, your golden maneturns puffy white,as your seeds inherit the earth,at least till the next polar vortexsends them dormant … again. Or until Nature’s…
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Scalawag
Scalawag Low down and dirtyBlack hearted scalawag Took me to the crow’sMurder reunion cotillion Told everyone he’sWorth a quintillion And scampered awayWith all the sweetmeats Took to the evening skyAs I watched with a long sigh –LE – 3/5/24
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