27 Monday Jul 2015
Posted in dragonflies, Ithaca, nature, poems and photos, ponds, tanka, water reflections
14 Tuesday Jul 2015
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14 Tuesday Jul 2015
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Finger Lakes, forest, fragility, Hammond Hill, hiking, mushrooms, nature, New York State, paths, photography, poetry, summer, tanka, trails, walking, woods
getting away
from it all
to find some distance
from the cost of living
that keeps going up…
‘remember what the dormouse said…
feed your head’
10 Friday Jul 2015
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09 Thursday Jul 2015
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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
06 Monday Jul 2015
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details, farm equipment, grinding stone, lichens, patterns, photography, poetry, relics, rings, rust, rusting, sharpening stone, stone, summer, tanka, wheel
showing my daughter
my childhood ‘fish’ jackknife
she promptly says:
“i’ll put that in your grave
when you die”
the wheel
no longer turning
but still a wheel
06 Monday Jul 2015
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art, details, dried art, fields, Finger Lakes, galls, goldenrods, Ithaca, nature, New York State, patterns, photography, poetry, seasons, stalks, summer, tanka, weeds
While planting bulbs
my wife unearths
a childhood cap gun of mine
I hold it
trying to grasp back then
galls…
the very gall
of them!
01 Wednesday Jul 2015
Posted in dragonflies, Ithaca, nature, poems and photos, ponds, tanka
29 Monday Jun 2015
Posted in close up details, gardens, nature, poems and photos
27 Saturday Jun 2015
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art, beauty, design, details, dials, dreams, farm equipment, farms, Finger Lakes, gauges, machinery, machines, numbers, poetry, reading, summer, tanka, wabi sabi
the needle
holding true
season after season
exactly as it was between us
long ago…
so many things
left to the sweep
of time
the last pressure
setting frozen
for all time…
tom clausen 