micro-poem on Notes On Attention Paid

Sat, 08 Jan 2022 04:15:24 -0700

woman running along the trail–bright pink knit hat

Sat, 08 Jan 2022 04:14:28 -0700

how often have i sat by this stream?–water flowing by

Sat, 08 Jan 2022 04:13:22 -0700

birds rummaging through leaf litter–slim pickings

Sat, 08 Jan 2022 04:10:46 -0700

hearing horse hooves, i look up–a car leaving the gas station

Wed, 10 Nov 2021 07:07:29 -0700

**colored leaves flutter to the ground– distant jet plane sound

What Does it Say About Me?

Sun, 10 Oct 2021 11:22:45 -0700

All ten episodes – and still i don’t know your name.

… a micro poem i wrote this morning as i was walking and thinking about Maid, the Netflix limited series… we watched the last episode last night…

… the female protagonist character, center of every episode… i couldn’t remember her name…

… hmmm…

Sun, 12 Sep 2021 04:37:05 -0700

Micro Poem

Apples on the ground– Isaac Newton’s time of year!

Wed, 11 Aug 2021 01:31:45 -0700

The world of robotics…

The world of robotics, is the world of robotics— and yet.

… this is a play on the Robert Haas translation of a famous Issa haiku…

The world of dew, is the world of dew— and yet, and yet.

… dew is symbolic of ephemerality and in this particular Issa poem is thought to be expressing grief over the death of his daughter…

… my “homage” picks up on the idea that things are what they are, neither good or evil in and of themselves… there is nothing inherently evil about robotics… it all hinges on the uses humans find for their creations and, on that score, the historic record is not good…

Wed, 11 Aug 2021 01:16:38 -0700

To Ants…

To ants on the kitchen counter— I am a wrathful god.

Fri, 06 Aug 2021 01:30:29 -0700

First Thoughts

… H safely delivered to M… trip home quick, easy… dogs happy to be released, Fiona refusing her food… i will make dog food today…

… Heather Cox Richardson wrote about the Civil War today, the moment when the tide of it changed… the brutality of the war… the hatred that must have existed… we are not there yet in the present day… i hope we never get there…

… robotics on my mind… evolution on my mind… we will advance our ability to make machines regardless… i have long speculated that intelligence was moving forward through the machines we make… the problem with machines is the people who make them… they can do tremendous good, or tremendous harm… at present, it all depends on the people who commission and deploy them… i wrote a micro poem about this…

The world of robotics,

is the world of robotics—

and yet…

… in the format of the famous Issa haiku, The world of dew…

… the dogs don’t seem concerned about the absence of H…

… i wonder how the chocolates we brought to M and R were?… they certainly had interesting flavors and were beautiful enough…

Wed, 28 Jul 2021 14:35:11 -0700

Micro Poem

_ A storm gathering– the number forty-five._

Tue, 27 Jul 2021 16:14:24 -0700

Micro Poem

_ Cicadas rattling in the trees– where does the time go?

Fri, 23 Jul 2021 01:36:31 -0700

The Earliest Bird

… for years i have wondered about a bird that sings quite loudly starting very early in the morning, well before sunrise… it seems to be the first bird to start singing and sometimes i swear it sings all night long… i decided to duckduckgo earliest bird to sing… the answer, a robin!… i went to iBird and listened to the dawn song of the Robin… yup, that’s my bird… there is a reason why a robin is often depicted as the bird that gets the worm… i compose a micro poem on the spot…

A robin singing by itself— watch out worms!

Thu, 22 Jul 2021 14:50:59 -0700

Micro Poem

Walking up a long, steep hill- mind set against stopping.

Tue, 20 Jul 2021 03:13:07 -0700

Micro Poem

… i began this one days ago, but struggled to get it right… i think i may be close on this iteration…

My new electric shaver— have I met the Buddha?

Mon, 19 Jul 2021 15:29:19 -0700

Micro Poem

Feet shuffle by slowly– is it youth, or old age?

Sat, 17 Jul 2021 12:07:49 -0700

Micro Poems

Today’s offerings…

_ Buoyant Queen Anne’s Lace– lazy, hazy days._

_ A quiet walk with my dog– she stops to sniff some poop.

Fri, 16 Jul 2021 06:01:10 -0700

05 Walking:

Madame Brett Park…

… while walking, i composed several micro poems…

_ Collecting eggs– while rooster casually rapes a chicken._

_ Early morning walk– the air thick and pregnant with heat._

_ Two cormorants, wings outstretched– we’re innocent!_

_ Plush rabbit doll lying on the trail– missing childhood._

_ Two redwing blackbirds fussing– love or war?_

Wed, 14 Jul 2021 11:18:13 -0700

06 Micro Poems:

… a couple today…

Upon hearing about my mother in law’s car accident…

Unintended acceleration– what consequences!

… and…

In an antique shop window– goddess Kali for sale.

Tue, 13 Jul 2021 11:05:18 -0700

11 Micro Poems:

…several in one post…

_ Returning to normal– one eye on the variants._

_ Squashing ants in the kitchen– doesn’t bode well for my karma._

_ Restless dog– is it really only 3 AM?_

_ To escape the rain– I buy coffee I don’t want._

… i think that’s it for today…

Mon, 12 Jul 2021 08:08:22 -0700

06 Micro Poem

… another one, i am having a rich day…

My mind a bone dry creek bed– my heart a gathering storm.

Mon, 12 Jul 2021 07:57:11 -0700

05 Micro Poem:

_ Folding toilet paper– the way my father taught me._

… this one came as a bit of a surprise to me… it’s about my father who has recently been accepted into hospice care which generally means he is believed to have six months or less to live…

… to say that my father and i have a difficult relationship is an understatement, so it comes as a surprise to me that i would write a poem centered on this small thing that is a little over the border to positive nostalgia…

… as for folding toilet paper, my father is a West Point graduate, neatness, precision, discipline and economy are important to him… yeah, i resemble that in perhaps a less obsessive way…

Sun, 11 Jul 2021 08:01:20 -0700

03 Micro Poem:

_ Folding toilet paper– the way my father taught me._

Thu, 08 Jul 2021 05:15:33 -0700

04 Micro Poem:

Chaos in the house– and still birds greet the dawn.

Wed, 07 Jul 2021 14:23:06 -0700

08 Micro Poem:

_ Severe thunderstorm warning– another martini?_