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Near and Far

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

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

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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Alone

Alone

Alone on the beach the little Herring Gull chick. Limping on his injured leg. Deserted by his parents and kind. Looking back with fear in the eyes. To young or scared to make any sound. Unable to open its wings and fly to safety. Little Herring Gull chick stuck in the open field.

I took this picture some weeks ago walking to the boat. First I was glad I could get so close and take a picture without my zoom lens. Then I realized it was a Herring Gull chick that was hurt. Clearly the parents had given up on it as there was no gulls in the air shouting and attacking me. An hour later when I came back a couple of feathers moving in the wind revealed that nature’s taken its course.

Sometimes mother nature is harsh, ha de Gött!

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Grandfather Troll

Grandfather Troll

There he sits on top of the hill.

Looking down on the world.

Frown and sighs over the state it’s in.

Is there hope for the coming generations.

Will the troll children ever taste a glas of beer.

Better a troll in the forest than one in cyber space, ha de Gött!

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Autumn colors

Autumn colors

tone from green
yellow and red
gust chilly wind
gently single down
birds formation fly
far away land
left behind
on the ground
fade and dry
yellow parchment
wind tossed
in shorter days

I wrote this to the autumn, inspired by the colorful leaf. Forming the words, I realized it was about me being left behind. Some days you just feel like a fading leaf, ha de Gött!

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Flowing water

Flowing water

Free flowing water to the ocean. Just to be pushed up again.

In a wave powered by the wind. So it moves up and down.

Slowly grinding the rock. Grinding it to a smooth, bare surface.

Persistent alga holds fast. Green shelter for the ocean nursery.

We are 60% water. Pollute it, we pollute ourselves, ha de Gött!

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Water Rings

Water Rings

Rings on the water, a brief moment alone
Expanding rings connect, overflow and gone
Tossed in to the world, flat stone slightly curved
Flying elegantly with a bounce, one, two, three, four, five
Then sink to be sunk, stone bound to take a dive

Sometimes on a Monday evening those moments just appears, ha de Gött!

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Adam Ant

Adam Ant

Adam the adventures ant
Left with a bold chant
Walked out the anthill
Fearlessly into the evening chill
Strongest of animals I am
Six times my size, god damn
He ran out of luck
Six legs was stuck
Had to succum'
To a chewing gum

You never know what to ant-icipate, ha de Gött!

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