My Picture.
Catching the sun
writing
When darkness falls
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My Pictures
A hazy moon and tired out.
My friend told me today,
she may lose her business.
Yes, not even a speck of dust.
Darkness fell,
a touch of spring crisis.
Chameleons grooming themselves,
to feast between the stones.
I told her
“Soon in the future…
is a sun rising
…. for me to visit again.”
Understanding pain
My pictures…and my students words…
I talked to the students about pain today,
it was one of those days.
My pain for you and the world,
a sweet singing and a tainted image.
What is means to be truly human.
If time was replayed
I would give more heart, your way.
And through the winters fog and mists,
slow down… breathe deeply and see the whole world… right here.
Some students gave me words,
for me a new delight.
The dark thoughts, the shame and guilt,
that swarm like bees from time- to-time
….. now traded with caution.
Then life can move forward,
never stepping back from fear.
And ghosts do not haunt me, for now.
6:20 am
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First Picture: http://www.nytimes.com/2018/11/07/arts/music/steve-reich-music-for-ensemble-and-orchestra.html….
Second picture….my drawing.
A Steve Reich morning, already.
Loop after loop, running fast.
Forms and shapes singled out.
Harmonic density
and overlapping asymmetries,
a loneliness of souls.
An orange billed magpie,
swoops from the sky in sheer foolishness.
Changing form to catch the morning sun.
Old Farmer
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Close the gate, your worries are over.
Put away your tools and sleep in peace.
But the labour is never done, always must you work.
Season’s bright magic calls you out to play.
Oats and peas – look sparse to me.
And the peaches, no less delicious
not ready yet to disgorge their load
We’re all weed-hungry.
Bricks of the heart
My Picture: Taken yesterday
Sometimes boredom strikes the mind,
the brick foundations crumble
moment-by- moment.
Even the molecule you gave me, the last time…..
makes me numb.
Then I go back to Bukowski or Dickinson,
who know about journeys of the mind.
And how to hang on
to threads of hope, to reach time and space.
Then peace descends,
I’m fine.
Spring feeling
A day in the Chinese countryside with some friends….very beautiful and mindful.
That spring feeling and trudge around,
still hunts me after all these years.
I found myself in the flowers
wishing you were here,
enjoying the cool of the evening
….. one more time.
And the thickets are for the small moments, and the first visiting Chinese
beautiful rosefinch
….. the scent is already in the air.
From those endless dry winters,
and the final parting.
A little wild cherry tree,
and the deep smell of rose blossom
….. pushes back the sadness.
And as the bush warbler sings,
I remember those days…. worn out with love and sensuous kisses
All site lost of the throbbing pain and
swollen cheeks… soon to come.
A note to myself
My Pictures.
Back in my apartment
with all the old memories,
it is difficult to sleep.
I walk towards the window
to look out onto the street.
Looking for a poem, a sign of life
….. something, anything.
Somebody told me
I would find life on the street, a rhythm.
But maybe it is too early.
I can’t watch any longer,
and I know there is silence behind me.
It was good and dark, perfect.
Waking on the road
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My Pictures: A journey to work…one morning..and a poem…….
My mind is set on movement,
elapsed time passes by.
Staccato streets and sun rays heighten,
a murmur of life awakens my thoughts.
The plain ground calls.
Listless in the hazy morning,
long neck roads appear with fanfare wings.
As trees stretch their arms with
all the stifling sensations of pain.
Hoping to self – actualize, at last.
Night sounds
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My pictures: Last night I missed the last bus home…and had to stay in the campus. Time for a doodle and short poem.
A Wandering Poet 