The return of haiku

Posted on August 23, 2013 by Mary Beth Frezon

I was thinking of Hurricane Sandy and how it disrupted so much. For me it meant a lot of rain and a short power outage and no haiku slam. Not so bad as all that happened to others. Haiku have been on hiatus here for a bit so it’s time to get back at it.

quiet busyness
hollow of an empty hand
nights without a dream.

the light on rising
creeping in with day’s colors
making not a sound

filling every day
the work, the conversation
the night’s black stillness.

the light on water
birdbath in twilight’s garden
still silver mirror.

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Maybe that

Posted on August 23, 2013 by Mary Beth Frezon

if that means testing chocolate or maybe beer. Maybe cheese.

testing

You know, as in: medical research for the benefit of all humankind…

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those goofy cats

Posted on August 22, 2013 by Mary Beth Frezon

it seems like it’s MOI that does all the work: combing the web for interesting and educational and wonderful bits of digital goodness, posting them to the blog and hence to all the social media and keeping up with all the folks everywhere on the interwebs, making the connections, chatting everyone up. For my efforts, the cats get this:

catperk

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Chased, me, by storm

Posted on August 22, 2013 by Mary Beth Frezon

it was brewing up a big storm when I left stuyvesant plaza and it chased me all the way home. There some lightning around now that I’m home and the odd plops of rain but it may go a little north:

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weather flying through

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Spring and Fall: to a Young Child

Posted on August 21, 2013 by Mary Beth Frezon

Natalie Merchant:

The original poem here

By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
— From Spring and Fall: To A Young Child,
— Gerard Manley Hopkins

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