Sometimes you don’t see the forest for all the trees.
Don’t get tangled up, ha de Gött!
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Tag Archive for ‘Poetry’
Winding road
There is a winding road. Winding along the forest.
Winding from here to there. A winding to the unknown.
From past time winding history. Till today’s winding reality.
News winding way to milk pallet. Mailman winding a letter down the box.
Wireless connection, pling in phone. Countryside winding down.
Know the past to dare explore, ha de Gött!
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100% Autumn
Colorful thick for winter cold days.
Soft rustling, smelling of chilly fresh October rain.
Still wind quilts autumn cover for Mother Earth.
King Frost wait around the bend.
Keep warm, hug your loved ones, ha de Gött!
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Juniper leaf
Just resting on the way down. Even the sharpest juniper spikes offers a resting place. Waiting for that gust, that gust of wind for the final journey.
Have a lovely weekend, ha de Gött!
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The Red Tractor
along meadows and fields pulling cutting deep in rich soil plowing sturdy and strong the red tractor seagulls land like snowflakes feast new over old fade to brown turning
Promted by a comment from John Malone to my tractor post. In relation to ‘William Carlos Williams’ poem ‘The Red Wheelbarrow’ I made this humble attempt to a ‘red tractor poem’.
What red things do you like to have a poem written to? Ha de Gött!
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Door handle
Handle never pressed to friendly welcome open slammed shut in anger opened gently to say sorry Handle never pressed slowly, by tiny children's hands, night before Christmas to lock teenager out after first taste of freedom to squeak after boys night out Verdigris green and rusted, left out under the blue sky Not a single time open, but never ever closed
Found this handle at the house never built that I wrote of a year ago, find it here.
Handle life with care, ha de Gött!
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Autumn Water
Pearls of water, in water
Renewal, surface tension
Yellow signal, between
Heaven and earth
A mere reflection
What was, what will
Sunday, Sunday, ha de Gött!
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Near and Far
So mysterious it sits there in the night sky. Sunbathing, casting just a glimpse of light in the dark. So near, so far.
Poetry, songs, stories, horror, hope, longing, envy. Mind provoking since ancient times. Guiding travelers across land and sea, a friend.
Like a cheese full of holes. Knocked about and bombarded by the universe. Hide and seek in twenty eight day cycles.
Howl at the moon, it’s good for you (but not for the neighbors), ha de Gött!
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Bolted
Through the eye of the needle. What can you see.
Through the eye of the needle. What will fit.
Through the eye of the needle. What will thread.
Through the eye of the needle. What’s on the other side
Through the eye of the needle. Camel or man.
Sometimes better not knowing, ha de Gött!
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Pine needle
On the lichen covered rock it waits
Waits to be tossed by the wind
become once again part of the soft soil
Carried away by an ant
Winter anthill shelter building lock
become once again part of the soft soil.
But, be careful where you place it, ha de Gött!
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