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Familiar (with image)

FAMILIAR

A true bond
Is never broken
Birth to death
Life to life
Rooted in one another
Branches of one tree

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I came across this fine photograph on New Hampshire Garden Solutions‘ site and was moved to republish this shadorma accompanied (with his kind permission) by his photo. His site is one of my favourites, always full of both beauty and interest, and I highly recommend it.

Familiar: Shadorma

FAMILIAR

A true bond
Is never broken
Birth to death
Life to life
Rooted in one another
Branches of one tree

What A To-do

WHAT A TO-DO

What a commotion
What a to-do! What a to-do!
We live while they die
They die while we live
What a commotion
What a to-do! What a to-do!

The past and the future
What a to-do! What a to-do!
List upon list upon list upon list
What a to-do! What a to-do!
Desires, revulsions
What a to-do! What a to-do!

Entrappedments
What a to-do! What a to-do!
Needful extraditions
What a to-do! What a to-do!
To not do may allow
A release

A releasing
A relaxing
As tomorrow
Dissolving
Leaves space
Where time was

Contacting The Spirits: Tanka

CONTACTING THE SPIRITS

She’s passed away now
She never liked him to drink
With loss came freedom
She sees though he may be drunk
He still sends her a bug hig

Eternal Partners: Tanka

ETERNAL PARTNERS

We chewed the upbeat
Now it’s time for the downbeat
Look! … Amn’t I still here
Celebrating it for you
As this too passes away?

A Twist On Beneficence

A TWIST ON BENEFICENCE

“These damned Rep…tiles!
God rest their souls,” say I.
My single simple condition?
That they be dead and gone first.

The Pilgrim’s Progress (Republished)

THE PILGRIM’S PROGRESS

Will I reattain as it was written
The ocean where crystals shatter and drip
A will-o’-the-wisp with magic lantern
The westering shrouds of a mourning ship?

Will I be arrested on the waters
Carried off to the strand of the dead
Among the willows by the river
Where the grass is scattered and the shadows are fled?

The quality of majesty in a jealous god
To leave an amnesty in his will
Miscellaneous chaos still takes its toll
The cannons sound across the hill

The smoking candle, the sounding bell
Written and arrested as it shall be
While one skull wanders in search of a ring
The other stares open-mouthed at me

Irrepressible

IRREPRESSIBLE

A light extinguished
Need only be rekindled
To shine forth once more

Limbo II

LIMBO II

Swing ‘twixt hope and fear
Unending uncertainty
Our sole companion
Sweating like limbo dancers
Watching the lowering pole

Chores

CHORES

This afternoon
I have to walk into town

First it’s to the dentists
To tell them she won’t
Need that appointment now

Then to the post office
To mail off the form
Removing her from the
Electoral roll

Fortunately it’s sunny and dry

It’s two weeks tomorrow

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