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the crowd presses
to look in-
zen garden
old barn
shifting in time
the view out back
back lot by tom clausen
19 Thursday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Author Archives: Tom Clausen
owl eyes by tom clausen
19 Thursday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, found art, knots, patterns, photography, plywood, poetry, wood grain
jogging
just past the church
I clean my glasses
two eyes
stare back from
the plywood
level land by tom clausen
19 Thursday Mar 2015
Posted in abandoned buildings, americana, landscapes, Old Vehicles, poems and photos
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ghost towns, great plains, old cars, photography, poetry, south dakota, summer, tanka, wabi sabi
to show me
the spirit of a train
I wish for one to come-
these overgrown tracks
I walk along
once upon a time
the town thrived out there…
on the plains
onawa by tom clausen
18 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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islands, lakes, light, Maine, Onawa Lake, photography, poetry, summer, tanka, water
for ten years
we’ve come to this lake
for vacation-
in the camera this year
your smile a little less
a place to be…
the little island
in the middle of the lake
poet and poem by tom clausen
18 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
ripples by tom clausen
18 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
last light by tom clausen
18 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in clouds, landscapes, nature, poems and photos, sunsets, trees
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light, photography, poetry, reflection, sunsets, tanka, trees
the farther away it gets
the more magical it becomes
those times at night
in the back seat ,
my parents taking us someplace…
a moment
before our sun leaves us
to another night…
mt. washington cat by tom clausen
17 Tuesday Mar 2015
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mountains, mountaintop, Mt. Wahington, New Hampshire, photography, poetry, stillness, views, weather station, wind, windless, xc skiing
looking up
as far as we got
the moon
Mt. Washington-
windiest place on earth
on a rare windless day
leaning by tom clausen
17 Tuesday Mar 2015
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gravity, photography, poetry, sheds, tanka, turkey vultures, wabi sabi
full of rain
the river races along
past everything here-
I can’t shake this sense
I’m living on borrowed time
leaning back
as turkey vultures sun
on the roof…
route 88 by tom clausen
17 Tuesday Mar 2015
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New York State, old house, photography, poetry, route 7, route 88, Schenevus, stone work, wabi sabi, Worcester
the stone walls
still holding up some roof
and letting light in too…
tom clausen 