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Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Bits (Party Time)


Garden, Kyoto, Japan: photo by Fg2, 9 October 2005

As in a dream of bayshore Japonaiserie

Sunset in Loxahatchee National Wildlife Refuge, Delray, Florida: photo by Daniel Schwen, 25 March 2009

I thought I saw
the myriad particulate bits of the universe

Resin continuing to bubble from the stump of a Monterey Pine (Pinus radiata), seven years after it was cut down, Monterey, California: photo by Tony Wills, 18 March 2007

wearing funny hats

Clustered Bonnet (Mycena inclinata), Trent Park, Enfield, UK
: photo by Stu Phillips, 23 November 2011


Conrad DiDiodato said...

As always, a perfect language and image fusion..right down to the resin 'bit'

Anonymous said...

if we just open our eyes...we can see...and be amazed and sated!!



Here's to such dreams of "bayshore Japonaiserie," "particulate bits of the universe" and all -- bubbly resin from felled pine included. . .


light coming into cloud above invisible
top of ridge, drops falling from branch
in foreground, wave sounding in channel

follows from relation above,
corresponds to “time”

of paragraph, since in fact
this is it, therefore

grey white clouds reflected in channel,
pelican flapping across toward horizon

Martha King said...

Ya got it! Thanks. Martha

TC said...

And thanks to you folks.

On the brink of another of these crooked-number birthdays, rainy or no, one must find the joke.

But first one must remember where one has put one's microscope...

aditya said...

Wonder full Tom.

A very happy birthday.

all day long
wearing a hat
that wasn't on my head

jack kerouac


Happy Birthday, Tom! -- and many happy returns, crooked and/or not.


first light in clouds against invisible
ridge, shadowed branches moving in wind
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

life of object at left seen
still, in which light

is potential, thoughts like
that even, from other

whiteness of sun in clouds above ridge,
pelican flapping across toward horizon

TC said...

rainy day grounded snoozing dormouse haiku

flapping across the horizon

like jack kerouac

having a nap

aditya said...

Utterly beautiful. Thanks for the haiku and the video.

ACravan said...

Sorry I missed your birthday -- Happy Birthday!!! Curtis, Caroline and Jane

TC said...

Many thanks, friends. Hearing from you constituted the celebration, as indeed is the case daily. 'Twas a pretty subdued occasion, cold rain, sick cats, and old folks weighing up the gravity of the haunted house on a sliding scale. What's that old conundrum, which falls faster, a ton of feathers or a ton of lead.

On the other hand, 'tis no dream, we remain broad wakyng, like the ill fated namesake poet T. Wyatt, and yet -- the myriad particulate bits of the universe, wearing funny hats.

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

The perfect combination of beauty, wonder, and laughter.


TC said...

Thanks Don. This little guy was born unseen here in the laughing silence beneath the clustered bonnet, awaiting your arrival.