Tag: Poetry
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Gate & Aerial Atelier
Some days rays illuminate unfamiliar nooks and crannies rendering them familiar. Other days weather wobbles transform the familiar into the unfamiliar. When on both sorts of days we yield, make ourselves receptive, exchange judgment for wonder, then an aerial atelier opens up to us inviting us to experiment and play and create. Aerial Atelier Surly…
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Rain-Swollen Summer
For weeks we joked semi-superstitiously about forty days and forty nights. Drizzles. Downpours. Rain-swollen summer defying even the most cynical armchair forecasters. Lawns boggy; vegetable garden anemic; air thick with suspended moisture like wading through water; foliage flush, overgrown, greener than green; docks swallowed and gradually dismantled by higher, higher, higher lake levels. When forty…
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Jumbo Blackberry
This evening, walking to the house before dinner, my niece handed me a blackberry she’d picked in the garden. it was enormous. The biggest I’ve ever seen. And, without thinking, I popped the jumbo blackberry into my mouth. It exploded in flavor, like a fistful of normal sized blackberries, warmed by the sun. An explosion…
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Pam’s Poem
This morning after clambering up onto the icehouse roof not once but six times in a row — installing Starlink satellite dish, rooftop rack, and four surprisingly heavy ballasts — I headed inside to work on the stairway railing. In the coffee bar I discovered a surprise: Pam’s poem with a bottle of bubbly. I…
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Golden Hour Gaze
Dogs communicate much with their gestures, their looks, their gaze. Or so we, their doting owners, believe. Finding Carley curled in the setting sun this afternoon/evening, shoehorned into an unlikely window seat, a new favorite among many favorite napping spots, we paused a moment, each of us, as if exchanging a question. Cozy? Snack time?…
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Misty Morning
Much more rain than sunshine these last five or six weeks since we returned to Essex from our cross-country walkabout. Drizzly slow-soakers and sudden gully washers. Never-quite-dry, musty mushroom weather. Lake Champlain riding almost three feet in a couple of weeks, anemic artichokes in the garden, poppies stunted with blooms battered. Rainy day delays compounding…
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Ceiling Fan Reveal
Aerial photography fascinates, in part, I think, because it’s slightly superhuman. An omniscient perspective, removed from the familiar, human scale world we inhabit. For a moment we enjoy an eye in the sky vantage that augments our reality. This ceiling fan haiku explores another perhaps tangentially related experience of wind — both natural wind and…
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Dockside Monochrome
Mercurial, unsettled weather lately. Pendulum swings. Dark and light. Sunny and soggy. Unsettled hours and days. My moody meditation is inspired by this dockside monochrome. Snapped this photo after an unsuccessful first foray into waterskiing and freshwater surfing for the 2023 season. Too rough. Susan tried. A valiant effort. Abbreviated… Today’s words and thoughts are…
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Relics Rhymed
I’m verily inspired by potsherds and beach glass, coal fragments, and other detritus churned up on Rosslyn’s waterfront. Or disinterred from the yard while planting a garden or building a stone wall. I stall awhile and meditate on the process of fragmenting and the potential for reimagining artifacts. I wonder about dark or damaged backstories,…
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Poetry of Earth
I missed my mark — Earth Day, April 22, 2023 — with this post extolling the poetry of earth. It was germinal then, and it remains germinal today (albeit marginally more mature?) Sometimes a seed germinates with exuberance, practically exploding into existence as if overcome with the glory of imminent bloom and fruit. Other times…
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Loft Shelving
An endoskeleton for the soon-to-be loft shelving has begun to take shape. Shop-built carcasses fabricated by Bernie Liberty have been delivered and installation has begun. Lining the north and south knee walls, these reading repositories will soon be lined with bound words. One further step toward completion of my icehouse loft study. Loft Shelving Haiku…