Bumble bee stumbling
Through my backyard,
Humbling me.
Whether or not
A danger
With wings,
It raises my fear
Of needles and stings
And stern flying things,
Like this noisy,
Tumbling,
Bumbling,
Humbling bee
Circling me.
...................see the world spinning...
"From Inner Ear, And In Between....Outbound To No Particular Place."
Breathe in....Breathe out....Move on....
FUKUSHIMA TIME
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SHORESWEATHER
Brown Paper Packages, Wild Geese, Doorbells.... Other Favorites....
- <> Aroostook County, Camden Park, Tokyo, Windwards
- <> Ayrton Senna
- <> Brennan
- <> Citroens, Peugeots, LX450s, 986s, Cessnas
- <> Cobalt Blue, Bells, Esterbrooks, Ink, Mirrors, Mountains, Rivers, Woods,
- <> Crossroads
- <> CROW - (long may you run)
- <> Ducatis, Kawasakis, Moto Guzzis, Nortons, Triumphs
- <> Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Murakami, Steinbeck, Pirsig, Dickens, Iyer, Welty
- <> Healing...... Well, the wounds are finally closed and the scars they hardly show. And it don't hurt me quite as much as it did a year ago. I crossed the sea of heartache to get from there to here; Oh, but look how far I'd be in just another year. I'm healing, yes, healing. Healing takes some time I know. Still healing, yes, I'm healing, But, good Lord, I sure am healing slow. Well, I've almost stopped the bleeding from this old bleeding heart, And I know the pains I'm feeling are getting far apart. God knows it still hurts me but not just quite as much; And I think I'm going to make it if I hang on long enough. I'm healing, yes, healing. Healing takes some time I know. Still healing, yes, I'm healing. Healing, but surely healing slow. (Bare's Healin').
- <> Imagawaki, Mentai, Sushi, Uni,
- <> Lakes, Morokami, Loon Hollow, Shores
- <> Latitude
- <> Leeward
- <> Mi
- <> Ol' Timey
- <> PF McManus
- <> Senna
- <> Side Glances -
- <> Southern Cross
- <> Still Within The Sound Of My Voice
- <> String Bands
- <> Windward
- <> YSW
- <> Zachary (BZSW)
- <> ZEITGEIST ITEM....... Brief attempts at free verse, a respected form, yet skeletal and wanting of the rhythmic harmonies offered by rhyme. Much good poetry is scrolled and tucked into old boots that have settled beyond their duty and now slouch in postures shaped by wear and time. Those pages of verse, stocked in worn-out footwear, recite much past and present mileage...... Shy away from artificially large and loud places, have nothing material that is too personally precious to be lost, shared or replaced...... Honor the confidence of the trustful. Respect law. Relate to order. Revere the wonder of nature's processes, particularly life's gift of reproducing itself in both variety and similarity. Adore the faces of loved ones in all forms present and past...... Looking inward and outward, find our world entertaining in both its fusion and confusion, a place at times intimidating, often a bit too shrill, at other times challenging and exacting, but, most of all, cradling, from beginning to inevitable ending...... As best as able, steadfastly accept and manage life's offerings, the roses along with the thorns.............................. OVERHEARD AND UNDERSTOOD: "Never being heard is not the same as never having said...." "Stridently shelved within, these occasionally stumbled-on thoughts are likewise occasionally unwillingly unshelved and expelled...." "Come in. Take and give shelter...." "Being lost could lead to being eventually at peace with never being found...." "Searching never ceases...."
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