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