Category: nature
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Reverence for the dead
whale fall funeral bed repose of the decomposed nothing goes to waste bones picked clean piled on ocean floor 1-7-24
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Pressed Against Glass
The enslavement of highly sentient beings for amusement in zoos and aquariums and calling it research haunts me. This is a sonnet for beluga whales. =================================== In crystalline depths, where whispers abide, A sentient spirit, in ocean’s embrace, A white beluga, in currents does glide, Captured, displayed in a confined space. Majestic prisoner of watery…
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haiku for last day of 2023
white egret rises up green hooded drake circles brown mate heron does not flinch 12-31-23
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nothing
nothing comes from emptiness not me, not you not the crow that calls harsh and often not the wind that chills the morning air rustles dry leaves . unwilling to fall everything comes from somewhere else why this is so I don’t know 12-30-23
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blue haiku
cold, bright, morning light muddied pond after the storm reflects blue, blue sky 12-18-23
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chilly haiku
Frost on my windshield Argh! No scraper in glovebox Didn’t move South for that 12-12-23
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Homeward bound
On the far side of the water a crack and crashing. Heron takes flight. Squirrels scamper away. Large limb continues its slow crumbling towards a resting place. There is a silence – almost a reverence. Unable to discern Jung’s promised synchronicity and the wisdom of self-pruning, I down lukewarm dregs of coffee and slowly walk…
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