Illachrymable

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Black and White, Dew, Florida, Light and Shadow, Nature, Palms, Photography, Poetry, Scrub, Stark, Words

Once proficient

Neurons scatter

Lenocinant

Eyes of blood-marble

Evening’s spired shadows inceding-

Illachrymable

(Wee poem about my Brother, for, when his mum died, he could not cry and show his grief- illachrymable)

For me mum’s birthday, today. She would have been 59. Written by Sir. Cheers. -Autumn Jade

to sire with love

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Morn’s Pale Apparition

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Black and White, Dew, Florida, Flower, Loss, Morning, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Thoughts, Words, Yearning

The sweeping of Wings

Into candent Dawn

Welkin of turbid yellow

Punched with feathered fists of cloud-

Morn’s Pale Apparition lifts

Sorbile gems gleam in garland light

Kicked by creaking shoes-

Black starlings scatter

Beyond- a school bell’s keening

Slathered in mid-morning sun

Donning the Dew- slumping, careworn

Drenched in its memory

Eyes red with exhaust

Concrete dust and sun-baked blooms

Barbed thoughts pulsating-

Desiderium

Brain’s Fumigation

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Art, Chaos, Comic Book Art, Dark, Drawing, Experimental, Ink, Line Art, Noir, Poetry, Silly, Sketch, Strange, Thoughts, Urban

Pluvial wreckage-

The Hurried moored in Silence-

Sun flickers through Rain

Below, moldered gloom

Marching of Morning’s commute

Resounding above

Sound of sniffles in the sewer-

Brain’s fumigation

Thome, a fellow Floridian friend and new blogger, wrote this lovely post about a fascinating and dashed wonderful Thai temple he visits. Absolutely marvelous!

A Walk in the Park with Thome

As mentioned in my previous post, I love learning about various languages and cultures. I have not had a lot of opportunities for immersion as of yet, but there are a few very precious times. My first time would have been the trip to the Mexican restaurant that I had with my high school Spanish class. Actually ordering my food in Spanish was a bit of a thrill for the then 18 year old me (this was during my senior year). I have studied Spanish on and off since my high school days.

That was back in my home town. Since moving out on my own to a new state, Florida, I have developed an on again-off again obsession with my local Buddhist Temple. It’s run by Thai monks, and the temple is built according to traditional Thai architecture. On the outside, it is all white except for the roof…

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First entry by Sir, on his new blog- a little anecdote about the misadventures he endured on the long, nocturnal drive he took the night before a major life-changing interview.

to sire with love

The following travesty of Justice happened back in 1983 when I was in my early Roaring Twenties, freshly on my own.

At the time I was living in a one-room apartment in a somewhat scary part of the city, in Ohio. Down the street loomed a drug den and lawmen sirens were sonorously heard often through the night. I had a most beaten-in Dodge Valiant, but it ran (usually). It got me to university- that’s what mattered. I was living the life of Ramen noodles and had a gas stipend from Dad, and I wore his old, hand-me-down brown tweedy suits that were too short. Fabulous times.

I had just wrapped up my College Major of Technical Communication (one of several majors tried on, and then this one I kept- stupendous entry job ads on Prof’s door really helped!) and had now signed up for the so very few slots…

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Thoughts like Wintry Rain

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Black and White, Florida, Forest, Haiku, Nature, Nikon, Pensive, Photography, Rain, Reflection, Sad, Water

Blithesome wind brushing

The black and fulgent waters

Thoughts like wintry rain