Tag: photo
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Impromptu Pilgrimage: Marion Shrine (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)
The Stations of the Cross lead us to Lady Park. There, refurbished statues, on new pedestals that depict the Joyful, Sorrowful and Glorious mysteries of the Rosary, line a path. At the end of the path, a 48-foot-tall, 6.5-ton Black Madonna stands in the center of the park. A bald woman wearing a visor cap…
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Nihilistic Games: a solo #renga #quadrille
laying asphalt a long and winding road toward eruption With all the lack of care consumerists can muster skyward plumes subterranean ash falls along our path But what do we care when there’s so much more to make our own last lava flow extinction for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday #88 (pubtended by Linda Lee Lyberg).…
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#SilentSunday (9/22/19)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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Four Days After Smuggs: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
Monday. The Orthodontist’s examination room exhibits college banners. Including Binghamton University—SUNY Binghamton—my Alma Mater. mirror to his mouth a view of his overbite Tuesday. The images from Guardians of the Galaxy float off a three-story screen. They’re so close that we can touch them. Even the flying ships and fighting aliens. IMAX premier the darkened…
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Last Stand: a #tankaprose
A clear sky, with all the radiant sunlight the lawn and leaves can imbibe, and more. A soft breeze that just sets the chimes’ melody with a whisper of song. The cicadas and grasshoppers, along with the non-migratory birds, carry on their own harmony. Not a hint of humidity. Forecasters talk of temperatures reaching the…
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Gaean Karma: a #tankaprose
Can you see their sad gaze yet? Can you hear them weep for you, even now? Smell the aroma of their unseasonal sap. See the darkened hue of their submerged trunks. Listen to the lapping of the water that consumes them. Watch the last flock of birds that will ever call them home migrate for…
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Sequoian Soliloquy: a #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun
What life do you imagine you have lived? I pierced the soil and first touched the sun when your ancestors laid the foundations of their castles in your “old country.” I basked in the sun for hundreds of your years before the conquistadors first saw me. Fire, drought, pestilence I endured; I even bear the…
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#SilentSunday (9/15/19)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
