05 Wednesday Aug 2015
Posted in butterflies, fields, flowers, landscapes, nature, poems and photos, summer, tanka
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art, beauty, design, fields, Finger Lakes, fleeting, flitting, flying, hilltop, micropoetry, Mt. Pleasant, New York, observe, photography, poetry, polinators, summer, swallowtail, tanka, thistles, wildflowers, witness
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
black swallowtail
chooses to settle a spell
on a purple thistle
04 Tuesday Aug 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, beauty, Eddie Vedder, fiddle, guitar, hunger, Ithaca, listening, music, Pearl Jam, photography, playing, poetry, singers, singing, songs, street people, strike, tanka, Temple of the Dog, violin, voice
Temple of the Dog
“Hunger Strike”
“I’m going Hungry”
03 Monday Aug 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, beauty, Finger Lakes, Ithaca, knots, New York State, now, photography, planks, poetry, red, summer, wabi sabi, weathered, weathering, wood, wood grain, worn
older and older
the strangers saying hello
to me
the way paint
holds on through
hard times
30 Thursday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
27 Monday Jul 2015
Posted in dragonflies, Ithaca, nature, poems and photos, ponds, tanka, water reflections
14 Tuesday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
14 Tuesday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, beauty, green, inheritance, Ithaca, koan, memories, moving on, photography, poetry, trucks, vacations, vehicles, zen
back home
the old truck comes to rest
in its ruts
Alaska, the Golden Gate,
Death Valley, Yellowstone
Glacier, Acadia, Wind Rivers
and then permanently parked
until yesterday….
’67 Chevy
the day I let it go
to a better life…
10 Friday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
09 Thursday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, creeks, found art, Ithaca, New York, photography, poetry, rivers, Six Mile Creek, stone work, stones, streams, summer, tanka, towers, trails, walking, witness
wanting my old life
when I wanted
my present life
stirring the soup she made
as a cold rain falls outside
mid-stream
the stones are in
a balancing act
09 Thursday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, Finger Lakes, fleetingness, found art, fragility, haiku, Ithaca, leaves, light, magnification, nature, New York, now, paths, photography, poetry, rain, Six Mile Creek, summer, temporal, trails, zen
another fallen leaf
magnifying my sense
being here now
the rain
keeps falling
on itself
tom clausen 