Green vs Brown vs White
Green has had her time and is a mere beautiful memory – and she knows it as she fades into the background
Brown has not yet given up, and rises above White
White rests in quiet confidence She knows that time and space for the near future is on her side
Observations of a dOG wALKER November 21 2016 – 173
ABOUT TO FALL IN THE FALL – a poem
Who shall live and who shall die?
…all of us! said the leaves with a sigh
Fall is a gentle remind
Not to leave any dreams behind
Not to go to bed
With things left unsaid
And to live the day
In the fullest way!
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FROM ZERO to WHOLESOMENESS ON THE WAVES OF TIME –
a poem
From nothing to wholesomeness
And then to nothing again
From zero to all the numbers
From the empty womb to new life
From the round seed to the wholesome tree
And then to recede
And then to seed again
And we cycle and cycle .. and cycle
With repeated spiraling of bonded zeroes till eternity
While time moves on its unstoppable wheels
And we are given a present to be present in the present
To understand the holy void and holy wholesomeness
HAPPY 66 TO ME
Say “66” I said to her, as I put my ear to her warm chest.
“Please whisper this magic number,” I asked her with the most gentle voice I could muster.
“What did you say?” she muttered in her ancient voice.
“Whisper the words “66”” I repeated.
Not what you all thought.
For these are the magic numbers of whispering pectoriloquy,
identifying water in the chest with stethoscope on ear.
For me at this birthday I would rather be on Highway 66 than on the receiving end of the call for Whispering Pectoriloquy,
And of course not on the dead end of Highway 66,
but on the open highway.
To continue on this miracle journey we call life.
Thank you all for your welcome birthday wishes – I need all that I can get!
The earth was all brown
And then all white
And the white was relentless
The air was 47 and then 22
And the 22 was relentless
With many days less than that
We were teased with a rare 35
Then back to the 20’s
and I thought Spring was dead
And then the beautiful sweet Crocus
Reared its welcome purple head through the death of brown
And I sighed with relief
Life springs eternal
And just when I thought Spring was dead
Courtesy dOG wALK aRT
Also Dedicated to the Free Museums ArouNd and In US
March 29 2019
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OVER 32 AND UNDER 65
Over 32 and under 65 –
That is the water and me,
and so shivers the tree.. and me,
as we accompany the dog for a pee
January 18 2017 – 199