Month: December 2019

Into Evening

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(Here’s the last of the Carlson triad)
A partridge is flushed
from the trailside brush
    in late September’s slanting rays.
Heavy pressure
    as the wings lift
    up and away, almost free
    in slow motion flight
    to the line of pines
    just yards away.
This  moment is pregnant
    with life and death –
    the trigger compressed
    the arrows released.
The action is now, the drama is old,
    as the hunt unfolds
Into evening.
bc

For Simple Things

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(Here’s another poem by Bob Carlson)

A simple thing,
    so ancient and common –
Alpha the first
    an infant’s burst,
Omega the last
    an elder’s gasp .
And in between
     the line of life-
Each breath opening
     a new possibility –
     love, beauty, union, understanding.
Each moment a window
     for light and change,
     and the hope
     for simple things.
       bc

For Simple Things

~ hkresky ~ 1 Comment

(Here’s another poem by Bob Carlson)

A simple thing ,
    so ancient and common –
Alpha the first
    an infant’s burst,
Omega the last
    an elder’s gasp .
And in between
     the line of life-
Each breath opening
     a new possibility –
     love, beauty, union, understanding.
Each moment a window
     for light and change,
     and the hope
     for simple things.
       bc

 

 

Waves

~ hkresky ~ 1 Comment
(So there’s no confusion. This haiku by my friend Bob Carlson)
a wave is forming
the ocean’s endless yearning,
like each breath we take.
   bc