Sounds teaming abound
In this jungle we now call home
The fukuro, the owl, hooting under bold old-man moon
And the shrill of a bird I know not its name
But thrills me just the same.
In the lush damp tangle of green, I hear squirrels bark
At what I do not know.
And the butterflies flutter about the blue hydrangea with not a care.
And the ants make their way through our home as if they own the place.
And I see Shirotori-san carries his lame dog to take a crap on the hillside,
And back,
An act of love if I’ve ever seen one.
Gokurakuji
The drums will beat tonight
Matsuri, night one
A Saturday night
On fire.
Gokurakuji House, July 9 2011
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What do you call a person who writes poems & takes pictures & puts them together on a blog? A poemographer, that's what. In the "kill two birds" line of thinking, I thought to present 2 of my favorite hobbies, poetry and photography. I hope you, the reader/viewer of this blog, will enjoy what I post here. I am open to your critiques, both positive and negative. I am pretty good about reading and responding to comments. If you have a similar blog, please invite me. Welcome to Poemographer.
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