Oddments

In search of story


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March 7.19

 

When words die

and lie

lightly in brown piles,

and slatted benches

hold no one

in their arms,

will the stones remember

warmth

of blood and bone,

do they

hearth-like

hold the meaning?

Or does meaning lie too

in the dry brown

awaiting its ride on the scattering wind

leaving the stones to their empty cold?

 

 

Thanks more to photographer S.W. Berg.

 


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Connections: November 19.17

Like wingbeat

a million splashes

each the size of one cricket note

but together rising, falling

in hypnotic patter

tell the time

of in-between

neither fall nor winter

but cradling interlude

to hold the year

one minute.

 

 

Dear reader, ever since I started using this new computer, I’ve noticed that the photos in my blogs come and go. Sometimes they’re there, and sometimes they’re not. Please bear with me. I have no idea why the photos sometimes don’t appear. This one is supposed to have a photo in it, but it doesn’t at the moment. Perhaps sometime before the end of time I will figure out what’s going on. Or isn’t going on, as the case may be.

 


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Connections: September 15.17

I am so old

that I can remember

a time we decorated

only in December.

What were we thinking?

Why didn’t we see

the whole twelve months

celebratorially?

 

 

Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives

and to the D.J. Berg sense of celebration.

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Connections: September 26.16

2015-10-65-bottle-treeSometimes the genies of summer

won’t let go their hold

so we arrange their favorite bottles

and put out our own red and gold

thus do we help Mother Nature

get on with the business at hand

cooling our heat-weary world

coloring it with new crayons.

Thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives and the D.J. Berg Whimsy Archives.

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Connections: September 5.16

2016-08 - 41 - Purple flowersIn the park

in the season of no name

greens waver

the high grass

restless, uncertain

twists

as a wistful air plays

against its parchment edges

sighing

a sepia wash hovers

over the letting-go

but

here and there

a regal smear

of purple.

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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