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Notes Found On The Refrigerator September 2017

     There are three trees in this two-acre yard. The one palm tree in the front yard stands near the sandy part of the lawn, standing alone.  It offers little shade, keeping the sand warm.  I take comfort for its resilience, reaching stunted bright green leaves above brown, in a September Florida sun.

     Awakened with the morning light and heat, at sunrise and sleepless till’ midnight, are the other two; one tall, the other a strapping offspring evergreen. They provide shade throughout the day on an oasis of shade in the back yard.

Everglades ripple

Gator and snake are dancing

Enjoy illusion

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     Depression is not the snake that crawls up your leg. It is the caterpillar you kiss, before you turn into a butterfly for a day ending in despair. Or you go flying around the world without reason or care. I wear goggles and always know where I keep my parachute. Smiles.

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     Moon through pines needles— shines my path through night.

     Swaying black maple branches along the way— gives light in-between dark shadows.  Without discrimination —and without apology.

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          Love is not something you look for and find— It is something you discover and keep to yourself—  in the darkness of your heart teaching you, waiting for your understanding…

           To wake up, unable to hold it anymore having to share your discovery —a  spark from existence, so small yet so bright,  mutual hearts  burst from darkness into light.

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Note:Unfortunately I have very little service to read other’s creative work. I’ve been on a writing retreat in Pine Lakes Florida in the mist of Hurricane Irma. Just got electricity after five days… town won’t take anything but cash all atm(s) are down Sporadic wi-fi— using the generosity of a friends limited hotspot. Trains have canceled my reservation back to the NH mountains 3 times. Send me lawyers, guns, and money. 🙂

ZQ

 
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Posted by on September 17, 2017 in Haibun Poetry, Haiku, Love, Nature, Prose Poetry, thoughts

 

Notes Found On The Refrigerator August 24, 2017

As an intelligent, compassionate person I cover all the bases of the perceived truths— Before I discover my reality without bias of mind or heart but within my soul— Then, I can begin an argument —open for discussion for covering all our bases— with the illusions of what we have seen.

i have sifted through sand

tripped on stones

slipped on pine needles

have lost my balance on occasion

a few times—  falling

—but never has my path

been more appealing

than the steps before

 

i am who I’ve been

I certainly am not

who I was— as dust in the wind

as scent in the pines

as tomorrow is in each day

as yesterday—

 is unable to hold time.

*****

 
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Posted by on August 24, 2017 in Existential, Experimental, Love, Nature, Poetry, Prose Poetry, Zen

 

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Summer Morning’s Prayer Rain

 

I walk mindful

after an early summer’s rain—

trees drip shaking gently dry

warming my broad New Hampshire path

I am accompanied with a mid-August

morning breeze blowing softly through my hair—

feeling accepted—

 taught— within its secret wreath

 

 

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A Father’s Wedding Card To: Jessica and Dylan

“Over and over and over you begin.

Drop, fall, falling and fall

 In love again— as the seasons pass,

See your hearts reflection

Looking through the window

One elbow on the windowsill.”

 

You grew from a seed, fallen from an oak. In your fall

You were embraced in the womb of bright-colored fallen leaves

—quilted for the comfort of winter

—made just for you.

 

It is nature’s well-attended consummation.

 

Cleansed by snow, baptized in spring rain,

 Encouraged by the earth beneath you,

The sun of life above you—

You grew with patience, understanding, and perseverance.

 

 Now, having watched all seeds grow: let me fall again

—in age with roots entwined and with fallen branches

To nourish you, with patience, understanding, and perseverance

—to build your own home in harmony with nature’s beautiful quilt,

 

As you drop, fall, falling, and then fall in love again

Over and over and over, you begin.

 

 
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Posted by on May 31, 2017 in Father, Fathers, Friendship, Love, Nature, Prose Poetry

 

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Winter’s Lover

                I’m not getting around doing much reading lately. Listening to my own head and writing notes into drafts, into outlines, revised again and again trying to avoid the trash; has been taking the days. But, I continue my short walks through the woods outside my “cave” and enjoy autumn swooshing summer away in grand fashion; as the days get shorter and the nights get longer, she prepares for a great sleep over, getting completely naked for winter.

Fallen leaf in frost

Pines shelter an autumn grove

for winter’s lover

 
 

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White Mountain Forest

In the reflection of sunrise light,

Tipping blades of grass with tiny crystal prisms,

Clinging dewdrops

Glitter all the colors of life—

I catch my shadow in stride, until each is one.

Both! (My shadow and I) Each, both in transition

Until we find the secret peace of the forest—

I am an early morning guest

Waking, yawning, knowing

How I will be received;

With scent of pines and wild blueberry dreams—

I will see you soon, my old friend.

 

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Sea Shell ashtray

 

   Walking Rye Beach mid-morning, I got lucky. Swept against the rocks, by its fierce ocean parents, I kicked up in shallow sand, a whole, still intact, not easy to find on Rye’s rocky coast a half of a clam shell. Yup! I got lucky. Cause’ just up the street to Hampton Beach, they cost a pretty penny. I slipped it into my pocket.

    When I got home, I brushed, with my fingers, any sand that would remind it, other than where it came from… other than where it is.

I did the same with the pocket I carried it. Turning it inside out and shaking everything free, every tidal grain of beach sand. Knowing I wouldn’t get it all.

I placed it on a table, on my porch. I heard, without ears, spirits, east, west, south, and north… applauding me for a gift well received.

    Anyway, it sits on a small iron table next to my chair. And, once in a while, having my morning cigarette and coffee, or, my evening cigarette and tea, I often wonder where you went? Were you boiled, fried, or, slithered down someone’s or something’s throat? Or maybe, your shell was cast away with a porpoise’s kiss and lives as a child of Poseidon, dancing your life away to the contemporary bands of Atlantis.

    I think of you… leaving this shell for me and my cigarette, whether through sacrifice or a beloved life. I still keep this gift, left for me— to find.

 

Hard life floating smoke

Seashell sits empty in bliss

Happy cigarette.

Ash tray Sea Shell frame

 
 

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I Shall Grow

Ron's Sailboat

 

 

     I went out on the deck—felt the wind before the jibe caught the blow of a vengeful breeze. The keel visibly surfaced two feet below foaming water, in awkward lean. Water marks on the board, as visible as eye could see—  Oh shit! I braced myself against the rail leaning on tippy-toes in the opposite direction.

     I went below. I rocked, and balanced myself with each swell before the waves, catching myself with arms extended against the polished teak walls in the bow;

     I recognized, remembering the keel’s markings— of my life and against the rail, being driven across the reef of tomorrow.

 

I shall grow old— as sea mist foams in after life

seafoam

 
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Posted by on March 17, 2016 in Haibun Poetry, Haiku, Nature, New Hampshire, Poetry, Zen

 

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Sunday Morning’s Sand

Submitted to the Kittery Art Association Tandem Art show March 13, 2016KAALOGOweb

 Sunday Morning’s Sand

“Sea fence, sea fence— stubborn as sea grass;

Holding back, with space and time— the ocean’s sandy tide.

Or, leaned in fury— holding gracefully

Through foams’ and moon’s —moody seasonal rise.

Waves, roaring in dominance— some,fifteen feet high!


Empty Boat _Fences

Sea grass, sea grass— tall, white, ever waving

Everlasting— stubborn in raging sea’s might.

Bending graciously— passing each storm

In mutual agreement—  as day greets night.

 

 Empty Boat _sea grass

Yes—a welcoming sight— to both sea— and sailor”.

 Empty Boat _sailor

Sing gliding sea gulls

As my feet sink in soft beach

Sunday morning’s sand

 

'Sunday Morning's Sand" painting by: Judy Ann Kline,expressed in tandem by R. K. Garon

‘Sunday Morning’s Sand” painting by: Judy Ann Kline,expressed in tandem by R. K. Garon

 

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In The Hearth Of Our Hearts, Love Is Never Lost

 

Autumn wind, roaring announcement through

distance trees; a moment of rolling sound before we can see

the last clinging leaves, scatter in colorful confetti to dance at our feet.

Winter is coming, in celebration of the bereaved.

 

We remember those souls

buried below the frost; those we loved and those we lost.

Yes, let us leave the seasons’ past.

Gather the fire wood in our arms, and let us stack

 

the warmth of memories as we stand fast

embracing what we have, remembering great things

in the glowing, popping sparks, in the hearth

of our hearts, awaiting another spring.

 

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