Poem: In Memory Of The Lost Girls

It seems like just yesterday

That you were here –

Because it was.

And, yet, today

There is a hole in the universe

Where you used to be.

I know I won’t see you

Or hear your soft voice now

And my world is darker.

But I won’t be mired in sadness

Because you live on –

I am reminded daily.

Today, it was the vibrant blue

Of the chicory plant

You loved so much.

The flowers had opened

To the sun, and closed

When you departed.

They greeted me today

And I heard your voice, a whisper,

Or was it leaves stirring?

I rewind to better times

When you were in dappled sunshine,

Surrounded by sisters.

Goodbye, chicory flower,

Goodbye for now –

But I’ll see you again.

On Celebrating The “Pigness Of The Pig”

It’s been rainy lately, which means the ground is muddy…which is how pigs prefer it. And they don’t want stinky, feces-filled mud – they like “clean” dirt (oxymoron?) that’s been carefully mixed with water into a perfectly-pastelike consistency. The mud also helps keep them cool, and protects their skin from the ample biting insects out here. All hail mud!

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Haiku: Eyes In The Dark

Some people find the unblinking stare of a cat unsettling, but it captures my imagination. It makes me think that the wheels are turning…that schemes are being concocted.

Or, perhaps, that he’s observing or contemplating something that tests the boundaries of human comprehension: multiverses, apparitions, the meaning of existence, free will versus determinism..?

Or maybe he’s just tracking dust motes or other miniscule objects that I simply can’t see.

What do you think is going on here?