Literally creating imagery, Imagery created literally
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When you contemplate the forests
At dawn you can smell
The Ferns Blossom
Ground fog obscures a woodland view, and spray paints spider webs full of misty glistening dew.
Meanwhile Old Growth Roots lick up a forest soup of murkiness.
This morning a forest will take in its glistening foggy due.
Till sunbeams arrive and hose down morning moisture till its dry n true.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
I sit alone
Millions of thoughts pursue me
On a mountain pass
Burnt mud caked to my boots
flicked off with a burnt stick
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
A untitled Tanka:
Natures Candles glimmer
Autumn's lightning blooming
Petal plumage droops n flickers
Leaves wither in white dew
Foliage raindrops in free fall
After 10 days of none stop rain and or snow out on the PCT this June, I wrote in my soggy Moleskin; while on a break I sat on a log and kept my pack on.
Frost snaps a bending bough,
Lost loves angst in my chest, ...A downpour of hail stings my bald head,
Steaming cold waters drip down my cheeks & forehead
See you later
The hearse bumper sticker
Read
Friday, September 10, 2010
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Cherry petals draw
A visual eulogy
Falling past their prime
Foliage falling
Views narrow, colours deepen
Then fade and crumble
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Some are like Green Plums
Some leaves of course are coloured
Burnt Sky Foliage
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Did the Pope sanction
Priests inserting unforgivable sin
into the Virgin Masculinity
of acolytes, choir boys, and those who gave in ?
Samusa winds blow
deflowered c l o u d s
Onto westerly shores
Monday, September 6, 2010
Butterflies flutter
Falling from summer's Cocoon
Grilled up much too soon
Sunday, September 5, 2010
A dark orifice
A brick facade entices
The unknown within
Fog sketches ephemeral outlines of an old growth stand Douglas Firs nurture and awe my mind's eyes The river n' trails (pct) lessen my guardedness So as to welcome my experience of the Northwest Forests embrace My footsteps My breathsteps My visualsteps I join in lockstep with the forest's prosody It's thematic forest breath It's thematic forest footsteps
Fires squelched by snowfall Yet Ambers still glow Up mountain paths westerly winds blow HO!
Bone chilling cold warmed by the fire The time has past to climb down the pass I lie in my tent as the wet The cold The chill The rain & clouds creep in The moonlight brings Kokyo The sunrise Jakkodo
Tree trunks shed layers of white ash In my campfire Weary winds whimper down a mountain pass Coughing out cloud puffs - that wisp bye! Wearily I trudge up through mountain rain clouds