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Sunday, February 27, 2022

The Germination Song

Well before I saw the first bud of the year

Had begun to open

I heard the first plink

Of the germination song


You know spring first

By the sounds rising

In the back yard

The dogs barking 

Amidst the rising chorus

Of birdsong

It won’t be long now


And I swear I can

Hear the gears turning

Deep in the soil

As the year begins

To sing along


Out of sight the gears

Of the new year have begun

To turn in the soil


Things coming along

The germination song

It won’t be long now


#haiku #germination

Saturday, February 12, 2022

A Few Words (revised) on the Hope for a Style More Gnomic

 I’d like to learn

To speak more naturally

As does the gnomon

By means of shadow

In direct translation

Of the sun


On intimate terms

With time as well

Its passing duly noted

In every utterance


Grasping at words

Fleet as light as they

Rocket through air

Yet land precisely

Upon dial or page

 

Aspiring to a gnomic style 

Is a mere tautology

And therein lies the joke

To be both pithy and redundant

Reveals the double sided

Nature of truth


A Few Words Written In the Hope for a Style More Gnomic

 I’d like to learn 
To speak naturally
As does the gnomon
By means of shadow
And in direct translation
Of the sun

On intimate terms
With time as well
Its passing duly noted
In every utterance
As each line falls
Upon dial or page

To grasp at words
As fleet as light
In mere passing
As they shoot
Through the air