between chores
I study my hands
as if they might hold
something
I should know
a fossil
spiral galaxy
in stone
spiral by tom clausen
16 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tag Archives: tanka
numbers by tom clausen
16 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
found art, phone books, photography, poetry, roadside, spring, tanka, weathered, wind
beyond this life
that one old friend
I bump into over and over
promising that we’ll get together
again, someday
wind
flipping the pages
old phone book
back water by tom clausen
13 Monday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
Finger Lakes, Ithaca, leaves, nature, photography, poetry, puddles, reflections, Six Mile Creek, spring, tanka, water
so many chances
in a day
to say something to you,
but here it is
growing late
spring back water
bringing back
autumn colors
balanced by tom clausen
13 Monday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, dams, found art, nature, photography, poetry, reservoir, Six Mile Creek, tanka, water, waterfalls
watching
the smooth flow of water
over stones . .
how few of my thoughts
are new
balanced
on the little catch dam
for now….
oneonta by tom clausen
12 Sunday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
New York State, photography, poetry, route 88, sky, sunset, Susquehanna Valley, tanka
what a surprise
she wants to take a photo
of us together–
I keep thinking
about it
the day done
as the sun winks
a quiet goodnight
cherry valley by tom clausen
12 Sunday Apr 2015
Posted in americana, landscapes, poems and photos, roads
Tags
driving, New York State, open roads, photography, poetry, roads, route 88, Susquehanna, tanka
amazing
flesh and bones
driving in heavy traffic,
that here I am
doing this
on the way home
the road rolls through
Cherry Valley
mystic waters by tom clausen
10 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
landed by tom clausen
09 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
puddle by tom clausen
09 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, dreams, nature, photography, poetry, puddles, reflections, seeing, spring, surfaces, tanka, trees, vision
she’s not here
to see it
but after breaking the stick
I perfectly fit the broken ends
back together again
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the geese go where
they must go
no mind-
the spring rain drops
bouncing off me
a small puddle
holding
a large tree top
split by tom clausen
09 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos, trees, Wabi Sabi
Tags
art, Finger Lakes, Ithaca, nature, photography, poetry, tanka, trees
my wife needs a room
of her own,
a place to close the door,
a place I never saw
in the sunnier days before
long time split
now held together
with straps
tom clausen 