Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cicadas, city, darkness, kuwait, landscape, neon, night, photographs, Poetry, rain, Tokyo on May 17, 2013| 2 Comments »
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CITIES OF NIGHT
The prickle-skin of neon
Electric cicada buzz.
Light – the city’s camoflage.
Fickle, flicker
Paling sun, moon, stars.
Echoed shadows coloured.
Time puddled,
Hissing.
Neon kimono
Expressionless stare
Indwelling darkness.
Iron castle
Skull-wreathed.
A sludge of thought
Clay-like, heavy.
The weight of
Tomorrow.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Boston, connections, connectivity, global awareness, lightning strikes, news, Poetry, rain, space, weather on April 17, 2013| 3 Comments »
CORIOLIS EFFECT
Seems its been
Raining
All over
poets
Everywhere today.
Cool air,
The sound
Of it
Syncopating thought.
And how many times
Do they say
Lightning strikes
The surface of the Earth
At any one time?
From space
There is, it seems,
A constant flickering,
Like the coming
And going
Of souls,
A lightening
And a darkening,
Maintaining a larger
Balance, of sorts,
Though
As unfathomable
As the
Blue swirl
Of cloud
Over ocean,
As distant
Sounds
Of despair
And sorrow.
This came in response to a comment by 47whitebuffalo and a poem by whimsymimsy, and others too I think. Linked by weathers and events, we fugue and echo, screen to screen….
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cloud, cloudburst, Poetry, rain, squall, storm, wind on August 23, 2012| 1 Comment »
CLOUDBURST
A thousand spirits
Released.
Possessed leaves
Flying wild.
Skies tumble
Earth ripples.
Storm joy.
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ISLAND WEATHER
Looking back:
Valley dissolving in rain.
Here:
Butterflies,
summer sun.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Haiku, Poetry, rain, roses, senses, summer on August 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Summer path
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Clouds bloom , air cools.
One drop, then two.
Sudden scent of roses
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged flora, Guru Purnima, Haiku, insignificance, joy, moon, rain, Solstice, summer, waking on July 30, 2012| 2 Comments »
Solstice: words revolve a standing sun.
I
On Momentous Occassions.
Not to be missed.
A once-in-a-lifetime experience!
This breath.
II
The Pleasurable Joy of Insignificance.
A seed on the breeze
Safe floating
Away from reach.
So small
In the hands
Of the world.
So safe
Amongst the cloak
of stars.
So small
So safe
No threat.
Floating free
Insignificant joy
Sparkle of bliss.
III
Two weeks of rain.
Finally, the moon!
An embarrassed smile.
IV
Hemlock and mallow.
The dead revived,
Stretch thick green limbs.
Cat’s ear and wild privet.
The living exhale
To fuel the world.
Yarrow and blood poppy.
The skylark’s song:
Blue and vast.
The apple, the cherry,
Yet small and hard,
Dreaming of sweetness.
Elder, oh elder!
A circumference of passion,
Honey cream and pensive.
The thick warm air
Slow, turning.
The world wants not,
Waits not,
Curls and moves:
A sleeping cat.
V
When I look into your eyes,
Moon of Guru Purnima:
Silver ripples across my heart.
VI
Steady rain.
No moon tonight,
Except the disc
Upon which you dance,
Goddess of Wisdom.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged astrological events, Events, omens, paying attention, Poetry, rain, signs, silence, summer, the insignificant, the unseen, transit of Venus on June 7, 2012| 4 Comments »
TRANSIT OF VENUS
( the dead pass by
The living pass by).
On long, rainy days
As summer floods in,
If only we could remain
Silent and listening
Hands still, ears open.
Not desiring anything –
The water-drop’s song
The grey and green light.
Remaining breathing
No wishes, no impatience.
Then we would not miss
The transits of bliss,
The constant reverberation
Of the invisible,
The passage of time,
The dance of space
Between one breath
And the next.
I wrote this on the day of the Transit of Venus, an event much heralded by some, invisible here because of steady rain clouds. It follows a lunar eclipse, much heralded by some, invisible because of rain clouds. This, together with complaints about our traditional weather (rain in summer), drew my attention to the yearning for the calendrical, anniversarial (?), momentous, special, ” once in a lifetime”, events. What do we strain to see? What do we let slip by unnoticed? The value of the unseen…..
simonhlilly 