Poem Written While Standing at the Base of a Right Triangle Composed of Me, the Half Moon and the Setting Sun

We walked along the beach

Under a canopy of marbling clouds

The half moon 

Lay starboard side

I found myself nestled

In the base of a right triangle

Pinioned between the half moon

And the setting sun

Leaving no room for doubt

That daylight was nearly done 

Photo by M. Bridge

Ode to the Language Poet (for @ronsilliman )

 

The language poet 

Is insouciant

Tossing the literal

Aside in favor of the nut

Within the nut

Within the shell

And really what 

Did he find other than

The wheel turning to land

On Kora's season in Hell?

Oh but pity the poor language poet

The empty shell in which

He seeks to make himself

Feel more at home

More like a hermit crab

Than a lordly pair 

Of lobster claws

Scuttling along

The ocean floor 

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 There's no weakness

In the branch hanging low

Just the plant's native

 Intelligence of using

Gravity to grow

A Broken Tape Dispenser

Here's a bit of random entertainment

for those of you living 

on the razor's edge of despair

or outrage over our inherent

right of repair 

Just now I closed the kitchen drawer

and heard the scotch tape dispenser snap into pieces -- 

picking up the larger shard I tried 

To tear off a piece of tape dangling there 

and mused to myself perhaps 

I should try to tape the tape dispenser back together -- 

How meta is that 

My inner daemon replied 

And finally on the third try I managed

but by then the tape dispenser was empty 

proving that obsolescence comes 

for us moderns in many shapes and sizes

Across the Visible Spectrum

This afternoon in the woods

I paused by the side of the lake

And almost lost myself the way

Narcissus did deep in the reflection

Not of myself but in the shimmering

Beauty of nature which trembled

With a breeze's gentle touch

Making the afternoon reverberate

Across the visible spectrum of light

Photo by

@AmariAdrianna