Country living serves me well
The big city offers many thrills
But nothing like a warm breeze
Whispering through the pines
Cows serenading each other
Across lush green pastures
An expansive bright blue sky
Caressing a graceful swallow tail
The fragrance of the wisteria
A joy like no other
Dear algorithm,
remember when
sharks in cute trees
used to @ you and
ask for stuff, like they
did with red suit guy
and wizard in the sky?
Idle idols in the tree.
Fun times.
Next we’ll be renaming
taxis and cheese
trays. If it’s gold it’s
blue. Card punched.
EOL (sort of)
Self on a shelf. No one
ever dusts. Lots of
building materials.
I could shovel walkways
and build dust igloos.
Fashion a dust golem.
Have dust children.
Pave a road. And
at the end of that
road, put up signs:
“If you were living here
you’d have already returned.”
17 Apr 1678: Date of the last published work of Andrew Marvell #poet & MP #otd The anonymously published 'Remarks upon a Late Disingenuous Discourse' defended Robert Boyle's views of God's prescience (Weiss)
17 Apr 1695: d. Juana Inés de la Cruz, Hieronymite nun #otd She died after ministering to other nuns stricken during a plague in #Mexico She was a #poet, & scholar, who wrote in Spanish & #Nahuatl about a vast range of subjects (José Luis Filpo Cabana)
17 Apr 1655: After 6 years the salary of John Hall #poet, translator, polemicist "for answering pamphlets against the Commonwealth" was withdrawn #otd due to the financial exigencies of the Republic.
Huzzah! It’s International Haiku Day! I write haiku to keep my brain stretchy — just got an update from Amazon about the sales of SYLLABIC ORIGAMI. Thanks to all of you for downloading your copy. Here’s a sample:
Alone together.
Congenial; parallel
coffee house orbits.
If you haven't had a chance to get your own copy, here ya be:
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Do you think if I
don’t move at all,
it will appear that
I am intensely
focusing? Or will
it appear I’m
running fast, only
at an ironically
slow pace? Or
perhaps someone
that has broken
the ‘slowest’
barrier might
chide me for
rushing about,
irritated?
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A poem never been
done before, what
an invention! Inside
of that, more this,
and even in the
oscillating un-verse
back alleys
where all things
poetical observe
troughs and peaks
of sinusoidal
uniqueness
with suspicion,
there is a need
for knew it
never,
always.
Flesh regenerates,
leaves reminders.
Leaves refresh, but
where’s the scar?
Sensational theory,
that makes me teary,
while trunk and
branch ungnarl
by proxy, heroes
unsung, reversed
note by note
until remains
a seed.
Trees, untrue.
Trees never sway.
Trees rigid. The world
distorts about them.
Tree arrogance!
Trees will never tell.
Their fame is
misplaced
perspective,
slight of branch,
and I fear when
<that which is
not tree> stops
swaying, out of
spite.
Most writers relate
with RE. I wither.
Stadium tedium
of re. Plethora of re.
Offers of re.
Read per diem
then retire
knowing you
tried, retried.
Replete with
annotations
connoting rewording
or reworking or
A rest arrested.
At least with re
there’s reason
tested.
Potting sky plants.
Everyone knows that’s
where they grow best.
Mismatched teaspoon
scrape-scooping out
air, piling it aside and
carefully lifting tender
roots into place.
The everyones wonder
at my eyes squeezed
shut, me backfilling
a symphony with
silverware.
To me, or not to me?
Is ‘to me’ even important
in the scheme of things?
Am I part of other to me’s
without even realizing, a
bit player stumbling
upon it. Like a dog
suddenly realizing
he’s not a cat, and
all the meowing
was bad casting.