Tag: life
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December 21, 2009 08:04 PM EST --
The penumbra of a Monday
The shadows’ montage on the Monday path;
the shadows of cars, trees, people, rooftops;
everything is on the move; even trees
move from . . .
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December 15, 2009 07:57 PM EST --
A conversation with a historian, Richard
You cannot argue
with a man of history
about past.
Hence I brew
a cup of coffee
for him
and engrave
an arrow like
the Sumerians’ . . .
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December 17, 2009 07:54 PM EST --
Columns I
The white columns sweat the way I do
though it is arid winter, weak sun.
Sometimes we soak in salt and a sea
wakes up on our palm. At any rate,
the waves obliterate . . .
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November 21, 2009 08:48 PM EST --
Prime numbers
It is always an early winter;
I have math grades to show my father.
Brown leaves fall on those sheets. I can say,
it is not an effortless . . .
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November 28, 2009 09:31 PM EST --
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Estate of dust
It must be trying to reveal this
you have revealed through your Spartan room!
For instance I can see your never
having owned a thing . . .
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December 06, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
Counter development
Talks with an older relative pass
through a still water. Time descends; soft,
white, flakish. Soon the water will freeze.
Something small . . .
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December 13, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Reality of a vacation
It falls, dignifiedly sloth, deliberate;
it falls while we listen to the stream, the tune.
The harmony embraces us; the rich hues
of the . . .
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October 14, 2009 09:38 PM EDT --
haiku for granny
rain drops on the sun
they bring the heads together
sunflowers
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October 15, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
gifts of this season
Gifts are still wrapped under a tree
on an island amidst a river
flowing through our house. A trite bridge
quivers; strong wind this . . .
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October 17, 2009 09:42 PM EDT --
evening sings on the last ferry
The yellow lights flicker on the waves,
an addition to the evening,
an addition to the river’s tide.
Count the changes, the . . .
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October 26, 2009 09:33 PM EDT --
concert of consciousness (Concert-I)
Dream has its own reality
in a concert. Slowly it
pries open the mind and time
with nature’s tools, bare . . .
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November 12, 2009 08:41 PM EST --
Lunch hour on the 30 th
Sound of a cooker, middleclass home,
the month ends; well, almost. See a kite
stuck on the roof. Father has troubles
to keep his . . .
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November 15, 2009 08:32 PM EST --
Imperceptible conspiracy
My eyes are not adept for those sounds
she listens;
it is not that easy to believe
what she sees.
White flakes fall on the cedars . . .
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December 07, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Abused
The tiny feet of a squirrel on a tin roof;
nothingness is a corrugated top.
You look up from there, a frightened life;
a squirrel, not playful; in search . . .
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November 16, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Forced diet
“What we are is just what we believe.”
I tell this to my lunch hour glass of
water. The whole lunch consists only
transparent liquid and opaque grief. . . .
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October 28, 2009 09:38 PM EDT --
haiku
two boys ride
a broken car
sun sets at the junkyard
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December 03, 2009 09:55 AM EST --
Value of those pretenses
Pretend you believe; the pretense
is worth the same; their values alike.
Pretend you are watching the mountain,
sun melting . . .
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September 10, 2009 07:19 AM EDT --
Elegy
Evening comes with homing birds.
The flying wings are slowing down.
Memories want to fill the gaps
at this moment; hunt for pieces
scattered in a room we visit . . .
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November 08, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
words caught in a photograph
Onomatopoeic words scatter
with your entrance. Pose with a flower;
sit on the table before a glass
half filled with milk. Search love. . . .
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October 29, 2009 09:34 PM EDT --
Tastes like life
A drop of gold on your tongue; roll it;
savor the flavor; this is what we
are made of…the taste of the moments.
The bar, . . .
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