the wind in the trees
reminds me
that what once was
so important
just passes by
Cascadilla gorge
the sound of time
goes deeper…
deeper by tom clausen
15 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tag Archives: tanka
unknown stone by tom clausen
15 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, gravestones, Ithaca, photography, pines, poetry, tanka
this complete enigma
of me wanting more solitude
then company in turn
on my terms
at just the right time
the beauty
of a stone to someone
unknown…
abstract puddle by tom clausen
15 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, nature, photography, poetry, puddles, reflections, spring, tanka, trees, water
wondering if this is what
my parents felt,
in their own time
seeing a better past slip
ever further behind
the water
in the tree, the water
in me…
solo by tom clausen
15 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
it is love we all want
and all these ways
we go about getting it…
how strange in my secluded spot
a stranger finds me
taking time out
from the flock
to sing a solo
letting go by tom clausen
13 Friday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
ice, Ithaca, Ithaca Falls, photography, poetry, spring, tanka, waterfalls, winter
pushed by the wind
at the far end of the sky
a few clouds…
I can see what I want
keeps changing too
Ithaca Falls
a few days into
the thaw
quechua by tom clausen
13 Friday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
fruits, Huaraz, life, Peru, photography, poetry, Quechua, still life, street markets, tanka, vegetables, weaving
we work briskly
into the momentum of the day
a long list of what to do
once all there was
was to fall in love
on the street
market spilling out
from the storefront
from the hills
everything imaginable
brought to town
the colors
woven in one thing
after another
bundled
in a pretty shawl
carried on the her back
entrance by tom clausen
13 Friday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
hula hoop by tom clausen
04 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
glow, hula hoops, music, night, photography, poetry, summer, tanka
the tentative start-up
of talk…
to a new friend?
begins the old doubt
of just who I am, again
hula hooping
at Grassroots
to the music…
sticking by tom clausen
04 Wednesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
the bending by tom clausen
03 Tuesday Mar 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
photography, poetry, snow, tanka, winter
the wind in the trees
reminds me
that what once was
so important
just passes by
so many storms…
bent but
not broken
tom clausen 