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Anhui in April

The rape  flowers are fading from the landscapes memory replaced by green soldierly wheat. Mountains (unmoved) are dressed in new swaths of pine. Butterflies flit ever at the edge of sight.

#anhui #china #travel #spring #rapeflowers #youcaihua #the passing of many brief things #the passing of slower things too

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Ode for Silenus

#poem #poetry #spilled ink #Derek Po #Dionysus #johnjervis #moles kind #journal #notebook

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#poem #poetry #spilled ink #pastel #Derek Po

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Baby's first watercolor painting experiment

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Oh to be laid low #windowleaves #fuckspellingimmapoet

#windowleaves #fuckspellingimmapoet

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sapling

Still green      & bendy   with memories      of the soft silly seedling         fresh in your    R-O-O-T-F-O-R-M-I-N-G             being Awing at all the                             Tall Trees   unmoving      but for a hundred                         hundred                                leaves not knowing   from the same seed      we each same Spring.

#seedling #idols #grown ups #tree #poem #poetry #roots

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Secret Knowledge!

well this looks promising

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Time stops    when you sing,        in the halflight,  all hushed,        & something           soft    unfurls in me Deep in my    belly       a baby          being born   of these infinite moments,   growing      everytime           you sing     in the halflight

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You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog large as myself, that my father bought me. They are better than beings because they know, but do not tell; and the noise in the pool at noon excels my piano.

"Letter: April 26, 1862" ~ Emily Dickinson

#emily dickinson #letters #companions

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Under the Pines    January's   below-freezing     black evening  clings to me

as flesh does bone,

All sundered  by cold and the    freezing feeling       of Being  stripped bare    of Tough Bark by incessant          Winter Winds

I was, for once,    grateful for it.

#winter #winnow #be free #release #free verse #drinking tea #spilled ink #the grateful and the dead

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probably gonna do a new version of this song, such spacey 

sailing in the cosmic sea of radiowaves   comes the sad story of some intelligent apes who learned how to manipulate the energy waves to send a cryptic message from you to me   200 stars the closest stars who know who we are ripples in the cosmic ocean from our little raindrop ripples in the fabric   oh Shiva please don’t flatten us out I’m so sorry for the way we turned out   (this is me trying to put my poetry to music, i’m a poet first so don’t hold too much against me)

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release

Life isn't always    this ceaseless      grasping, this Firm    Deciding       & Clinging   but this Great    Relinquishing,  an Ultimate Lesson               of Loss     & Lessening a beautifully   tragic thing,      Remember   to Release to occasionally   be at utter Ease      release  & thought it may feel   like being torn apart               by wind     I promise it is  a sweet    storm-clouds-break        ing-up-and-sun-           shafts-shining       kind of  Vanquishing

#note to self #grasping at smoke #figures in mist #dreams at dawn #relax #ease #the river wishes it could cease #no need to be so siezed up #poem #poetry #tao

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snowday

Oh,     When Winter Weather        interrupts our endless               Ant March           *** (coalmine consciousness    transfigured into Uselessness)                *** Come Find Me,        Friend   and we will drink        Warmed Wine   until these Winnowing                Winds           End

#hoping for a snow day #snowday #friend #poem #poetry #wine #winter

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our life has called in, and we Wheel in confusion

written in the bodies of dead and or writhing bumble bees on a picnic table in my dream last night

#dream #symbols #confused #interpritation

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The Hermit

resurfacing    from the Roiling               Woods   with twigs in his     Bushy Beard & eyes like Cool                Dark            Caves full of shifting shapes An Archetype    whittled from        Living Wood    by unending Waves      of Wind        & Days          & Rain

The Image of Man       Untamed           or Cut Free      or simply Never Caged   

#hermit #jung #tarot #archetype #solitude #isolation #poem #petry #man cannot carve rotten wood #uselessness has its supreme utility #the image of man before his first smile #tao #dao #sage #recluse #poetry #spilled ink

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and in dreams   i can see All of me    every bit stretched out       at every angle,         simultaneously  my whole history    projected into the deeps      that vast night sky of me          a dream full of symbols         stitched together with    impalpable gossamer      until huge shapes shine          - constellations -   created to commemorate       my time

and though I often feel      as if one huge mess       of tangled knots I'll ever forget the way     Dawn,       with a single tug            unravels the string    and all comes undone Clean

#dawn #death #when one wakes from the dream all plotlines are not resolved but obliterated #constellations #story book sky #knots #dreams #poem #poetry #spilled ink