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
13 comments:
As always, a perfect language and image fusion..right down to the resin 'bit'
if we just open our eyes...we can see...and be amazed and sated!!
Tom,
Here's to such dreams of "bayshore Japonaiserie," "particulate bits of the universe" and all -- bubbly resin from felled pine included. . .
2.29
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
Ya got it! Thanks. Martha
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...
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.
3.1
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
rainy day grounded snoozing dormouse haiku
flapping across the horizon
like jack kerouac
having a nap
Utterly beautiful. Thanks for the haiku and the video.
Sorry I missed your birthday -- Happy Birthday!!! Curtis, Caroline and Jane
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.
The perfect combination of beauty, wonder, and laughter.
Cheers!
Thanks Don. This little guy was born unseen here in the laughing silence beneath the clustered bonnet, awaiting your arrival.
Post a Comment