Thursday, April 5, 2018

A Photon is a photon

For this, I go back nearly a decade (11/15/2008)

and add a Normaphoto, Blue Midnight:


Antiparticle Of A Photon Is A Photon

First there is wilderness
With a voice in it
Sent all ways at once,
Echoing at random on
A becoming collocation--
In minds surprised
By a healing tune or
Curtain opened on an
Indoor moon.
This black flower sends
Petals into night,
But silent?
I don't know, things said
Sometimes leave me
But silences, never.
After all, where
Would they go?

(Horiculturists, please look up Scilla Peruviana . I heard the name "Blue Midnight" and, despite my ethnicity, prefer it to "Portuguese Squill".) Because of interest in the flower, I'm adding a photo of the same blossom a few days later:

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Open Geometry

Galaxies spin and
Bloom in cinders,
Dust, astragals of
Time, space and us. 

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Recombinant Cooperage

Yesterday or tomorrow
We work in undone barrels--
Believing in wine-future, 
Wine-done and, at this juncture
Reuse bilge hoops set, reset,
Into spheres and domes-- serving
Garden hearts and homes.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Valentine Evening

Just thought it apposite to close this lovely and loving day with 2 Normaphotos:
I, with an espresso gift from Daughter...
... and to all, an arrangement from Norma's work in our garden. 
To those readers who expected a poem on this post, I can only quote that lovely man, G.K. Chesterton, who wrote,"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." I can only say it is now 7 p.m. and my brother-in-law just left after giving me a waxed round of  Camembert --Marin French Cheese-- and I am thinking of trying it. Wish me luck!

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

2xCyclic 5-7-5 Haiku

Not even what will
Be before what happens last
Can undo the past. 

But nothing is still.
Ampliative induction
Goes 'round --always will.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

New Year Moon!

We share a moon, a moon!
Look into the night sky, 
Marvel, be astonished,
Go to bed, dream but don't
Forget --don't forget we
Are, when morning comes,
As one, one species, we are.
The moon reflects a star:
We share a star, a star!

Sunday, December 31, 2017

In TulĂȘ Fog

In the south field
TulĂȘ fog obscures
Scores of infinite
Futures to yield
Doubt --out there
Beyond the creek
Where it bends west
And I seek some
Best sense of the 
Year ahead-- even
An hour is immense.
I feel future floating
In  mist -- it consists
Of  features unformed,
Until the sun nears
And land is warmed,
Time moves and
Tomorrow appears.