Category: beauty
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Rhinocerous rain
Driving north out of Nashville, traffic thickens to a slow confession near Fort Campbell, brake lights bloom like votive candles stretching out into Kentucky. I think of Thomas Merton, cloistered among the knobs and forests of Gethsemani Monastery. Where silence became a discipline. Prayer was not an escape, but another way of entering the world.…
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end of season
Summer came they sheared the dog went to the beach stripped naked or as close as the law allowed They hoped a shark would not catch them off shore – off guard, there would be less cloth to spit before it swallows they also hoped a shark would not catch them off guard – on…
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Murder of crows
just a stroll in the park not a power walk woodpecker churls in tree no staccato drumming you sit on a bench by the pond savor a bite of apple ask the Creator to quide your words refine your craft to service high in trees crows fly back and forth back and forth caw –…
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Half-truths
if beauty were the goal of the artisan, they’d display and praise the rhinestone next to the diamond, but they don’t 5-23-26
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sitting on a shady bench
damsel flies flit along the water turtles snorkel near the surface lone mallard casts wary eye at geese and goslings squirrel ventures close, covets my apple core on the bench ant carries morsel twice its size shy lily blossoms open on pads green cattails stand sentinel while last year’s pods shed wooly seeds I wait…
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Scented candles
Summer days burned like scented candles. Flames bent to drafts we could not feel. Whiffs of smoke vandalized the brightness of time, smudged the walls of tomorrow’s room. Slow ruin settled in like urban squatters. Residue learned our names, waited in corridors of breath, COPD grew mold in our chest and now speaks in pidgin…
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haikus in still life
in a pretty vase waist deep in sterile water compost pile calling cut flowers gasping tap water from kitchen sink trying not to die objectified pose beauty captured in full-bloom before their wilting 11-13-21
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early Friday afternoon haiku
white blossom blushed pink brown leaves rattled, it’s okay plane hummed in blue sky 11-12-21
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Mid-November green
white blooms leaves like small hands mid-November green if mom was a southern girl she would have planted one in our yard 11-9-21
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