Stringing pearls

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Life reveals like a Sabian mystery;
Stringing pearls on nylon thread

Pearl, a measure of time
Time, a measure of life

Life breath flows fast like water
Across jagged rocks in youth

Or pools into a still reservoir
At the midday of the soul

And in the autumn of existence
Frozen, like a slow moving glacier

Even offending memories, so sacred
Lustrous pearls cast in nacre, steadily

By a protective mantle of an inner world,
to heal, to live, to remember…

Sonnet etched in bark

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It’s rugged, the trunk of this grand tree
Taller than which I’ve yet to see

And down below, an oval clearing
That could have sported a fairy ring

Holding fort in a mid air nest
A sprightly squirrel tries hard to rest

While this tree bears, a lovers mark,
Multiple sonnets thus etched in bark

Strange times of self incarceration, these,
For the modern humans, habilis

Quaint notions of holding a hand
Do digital natives quite understand?

But the breath of Spring is a grand affair
For thoseĀ  alive, love’s in the air

All good days …

I heard the birds today.
An urgent chirping
In unison, shrill,
Protesting the raiding of a nest.

I heard people today.
A stampede
In unison, loud,
At the store, a bewildered herd.

I heard the sky today.
An unnatural silence
In unison, pregnant,
With mourning now divided Space

I heard dairy farmers in Wisconsin.
Tearful cries
In unison, at overproduced
Spilt milk, denied to legitimate use

I heard the Media today.
Lies of omission
In unison, after two months
That San Rafael disappeared overnight

I heard friends across borders.
Happy, lighthearted banter
In unison, drinking to
good old days and more to come