how ironic
coming to love
this life and world
and at the same time
letting it all go…
mountain ridge
the clouds too
come and go…
transience by tom clausen
03 Friday Apr 2015
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02 Thursday Apr 2015
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Finger Lakes, Ithaca, New York, photography, poetry, streets, weeds
well worn
the lowest branch
at school
the lowest branch
at school
follow
the red brick road
back home
wyoming by tom clausen
02 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in americana, clouds, landscapes, poems and photos, roads
echo park by tom clausen
02 Thursday Apr 2015
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mime by tom clausen
02 Thursday Apr 2015
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Finger Lakes, life, mime, New York, performance art, photography, poetry, still life, summer, Trumansburg
always takes his time
the custodian watches
the floor dry
between bites
from the apple
his stare….
holding
one pose after another
the mime
sentinel by tom clausen
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
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gravestones, headstones, Ithaca, New York, poetry, shadows, spring, sun, tanka
could be I’m tired
or lost, but to close my eyes
and nod off
while the world goes on
gives me a certain peace
or lost, but to close my eyes
and nod off
while the world goes on
gives me a certain peace
silent sentinel
facing the end
of another day
water color by tom clausen
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
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art, beauty, design, details, dreams, Finger Lakes, found art, haiku, Ithaca, light, nature, New York, New York State, photography, poetry, puddles, reflections, sheds, sky, spring, sun, tanka, time, walking, water, water colors, witness, writing, zen
wind outside the mall
and as I wait
with my eyes closed
a killdeer calls
from another life
pausing…
in the puddle
the pig barn
growing close by tom clausen
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
wall paper by tom clausen
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
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photography, poetry, tanka, time, wabi sabi, wall paper, walls
without fanfare at dusk
I drag the dead branch
to the brush pile-
another day risen
and fallen from my life
wall paper
layers of the times
when someone lived here
thin air by tom clausen
31 Tuesday Mar 2015
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desert, high altitude, llamas, Mirador de los Volcanes, mountains, Peru, photography, poetry, thin air
in the garden
right by St. Francis
the woodchuck hole
windy thin air
at a high altitude
rest stop
tom clausen 