We accidentally disturbed this nest hidden in willow stalks by a pond but were able to re-situate before it hit ground or water. Quickly left it and kept our distance. The mother seems to be revisiting it today so hopefully all is well.
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What Little Dog Don’t Like
“Top Dog” sound good when you’re jes’ small,
but, Little Dog, he don’t like to fall.
Don’t like to tumble, fumble, spill,
(better stay humble, low and still.)
But stand at base, you bear the weight,
and, Little Dog–he don’t like that fate.
What he also hate are stupid clothes-
Grrr-grrr ribbons, grrr-grrr bows.
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55 for the inimitable G-Man, if you don’t count ever single grrr as a separate word. (And you better not, growl!)
I am also daring to post this as a set of really profound thoughts for a Real Toads prompt with Heretomost. They are very profound thoughts for Little Dog.
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Cast Iron Pan
Temper
Words pop like mustard
seeds in a fry pan, skitter
across a cast iron will.
Even heavy heart
can’t damp the heat, skillet words
cast by a crossed iron will.
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The above is an attempted sedoka – not the numbers puzzle (my first impression!) but a Japanese poem based on a two stanzas with a syllabic count of 5-7-7. For more, check out the inspiring article by Samuel Peralta on dVerse Poets Pub.
(Sorry for the re-use of older image.)
(Posting from iPhone– if either mouse or “moon” missing, just click on photo to see all.)
PS. The standing figure is my drawing of a Buddhist guardian figure or bodhisattva (an enlightened figure who helps others attain enlightenment). Either the figure has large ears–for better hearing–or little wings behind the ears. The mouse is not sure which.
I appreciate that these do not look like the same elephant – not even early in the day and late in the day – but I can assure you that they are the same dog!
P.S. Uploading from a mobile device so difficult for me to tell how big anything is. If the pictures don’t show BOTH elephant and dog, click on them, and they will appear in full. (I hope.)
I am uploading from mobile device which sometimes makes the photos too big. If it doesn’t show up on your browser–and you are not freaked out by insects– click on pic.
Still Life
I’m drawn to fresh road kill
as life stilled –so, I tell myself.
All those beautiful bits–the shimmer normally hidden
by slither, the rich stranding
of too-fast fur, the swath of scarlet
that fly-by only flashes,
laid out flat,
unresistant to swish of air, much less
perusal, each detail more delineated than in a Dürer,
a tableau.
But on that tar or gravel,
there’s death stilled too – and I confess here that it draws
with even greater force–the de-sparked
luster–fellow-feeling flattening me who stands above,
as the double helix that we share openly snares us–
clumsy me/adaptive them–
yet none of us animals that can survive
the push of metal, the susurration
of age, the mighty bustle of decay–
all our wondrous bodies faced some time
with a road we cannot get cross.
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Here’s sort of a draft poem for dVerse Poets Pub’s Poetics prompt on finding beauty
in odd places, hosted by Fred/Hobgoblin of Poetical Psyche. I am also posting for With Real Toads (Open Link).
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A bear! So cool! A little terrifying! But mainly cool. Thinking of poems and novels but hard to think of posting anything that can compare with the natural beauty around me in upstate NY. (Or the drama!)
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Rondelet – Cityscape
As I walked out,
grey mixed, matched, met me on that street.
As I walked out
in the flashes glass cast about,
its squares of pane and shield replete
with blocked black–oh, grey felt fresh, sweet
as I walked out.
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The above is a draft sort-of rondelet written for Tony Maude’s prompt on dVerse Poets Pub – it is a 7 line form with a repeated refrain. AbAabbA. The refrain line is important, obviously. I took mine from W.H. Auden (As I Walked Out One Evening), though approached it a bit differently. (This, by the way, is my 1600th post. I am not sure whether to be embarrassed or proud – or simply tired!) Thanks to all who’ve given me the encouragement and support to continue. k.
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