05 Wednesday Aug 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, beauty, design, details, dew, dreams, dripping, drops, fields, Finger Lakes, fog, forests, found art, green, haiku, Ithaca, knots, loneliness, New York State, osprey, photography, Rhode Island, rust, sand, shape, shifting, stillness, tanka, trails, unitarian, wabi sabi, weathered, weathering, woods, zen
how ironic
coming to love
this life and world
and at the same time
letting it all go…
in the eye
of the beholder
wabi sabi
06 Saturday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, design, found art, oceans, patterns, photography, poetry, Rhode Island, ripples, sand, Scarborough Beach State Park, seas, tanka, water
creating a space
in himself
that can’t be filled
– his lengthy ritual
seaside walks
the way
water comes and goes
on the beach
05 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
Narragansett, nature, ocean, photography, poetry, Rhode Island, sand, Scarborough State Beach, seas, surf, tanka, tide
ambivalence
I believe is what
I’ve come to, sitting here
watching wave after wave
land itself
all across the beach
the stranded still life’s
of the day…
04 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
light, ocean, photography, poetry, Rhode Island, Roger Wheeler State Beach, sand, seas, sunset, tanka, tide, waves
this procession
of sunset light
lapping and overlapping itself
I say very little
as the tide goes out
the last light
of the day
slips back to sea…
04 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in nature, ocean imagery, poems and photos
Tags
Narragansett, nature, ocean, photography, poetry, Rhode Island, sand, Scarborough State Beach, seas, tanka, time, writing
each corner rounded off
in the back and forth
along the tide line…
maybe our pettiness
will ebb away too
beach sand
the element of time
ground down
04 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in nature, ocean imagery, poems and photos, Wabi Sabi
Tags
May, Narragansett, ocean, poetry, Rhode Island, sand, Scarborough State Beach, seas, spring, surf, tanka, tide, waves, writing
as waves come and go
i think over what is good
and bad in my life…
this endless folly
of me being me
the constant
design and redesign
at the tide line
