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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜’𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴: "𝗡𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺" 𝗯𝘆 𝗧𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆 𝗣𝗶𝗰𝗼 -

This is the second in the "Teebs tetralogy," arranged for reading in the autumn, hence . . . Also probably the best known of the four, though my earlier read of "IRL" proved hugely satisfying, an energized mix of marginal experience and academic savvy.

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𝐓𝐁𝐑 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 -

October, of course, is a great time for horror reads! And here are a few titles lurking about my chair as I prepare for both 13 Days of Halloween and the upcoming Literary Nomads season on "monsters"!

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Down with a summer cold at the mo, so maybe a bit low…
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A sort of summer poem.
I may not be posting too much over the next ten days or so, as a happy family visit takes place.
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A strange little thing that came in the middle of the night.
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Not sure what it means, but sounds quite sweet…
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I saw a picture of an actual human heart, and it is surprisingly large…
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A glimpse of a world of myth and archetype.
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The summer sun as a wild man (with lipstick)…
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The mystery of another person, the ‘other’.
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The hill is tossing high, frail wisps of
rosy cloud to glide in steady gale
along a turquoise sky, around, above the
perpendicular and slightly askew columns,
above the triangular gap
between crown and crag…

—Tessa Ransford, “August 3rd”
published in Shadows from the Greater Hill (Ramsay Head Press, 1987)

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/august-3rd/

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These days have been hot and quiet here.
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I was going to post a more grim poem, but I wrote this one yesterday after talking to my friend Carmi, who was also born in Jerusalem. And then, coincidentally, Penny read me something written by a person who rescues cats in Jerusalem.
Jerusalem stone famously has a quality that can be called ethereal, in the way it reflects the light, especially noticeable at sunrise or sunset.
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A vaguely sober piece today about our ‘fallen’ state.
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Undying old romantic that I am…
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Nocturnal Duo

The coon is in my mind,
a shadow revealed by the porch light,
turning in circles in the backyard,
licking each blade of grass.

Is this behavior normal?
Is the creature sick?
Does it know that another masked insomniac
seeks something here?
Will it accept food from my hand if
I step from these walls into the night?

The visitor disappears and I am
reluctant to cut the light.

Will there be a second coming, a revelation of the wild?
I, awake with the questions, keep watch through the window,
feeling so much like an orphaned child.

<<<<<<*>>>>>>

In the morning the walnut tree has grown a different nut.
The neighbor dog has treed the coon.
They sit on limb and root
heads down in saddened state,
neither happy with this stalemate.
I open the door to join the inaction.

I seek some distraction.
The dog finds its own, rushing off for its morning dig
in the compost heap.

My nocturnal companion sees its chance,
moves headfirst down the trunk and
scampers off to sleep.

March 13, 2006, Rolling Ridge

A bit of foolishness, not unlike a the start of a honeymoon maybe…
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We have an olive tree grown tall and full of leaves, and sometimes in the wind it shimmers with breath.
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I’m a summer kind of guy these days…
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The northern summer is coming into its fulness.
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Last night as I was standing outside the kitchen door.
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What was sort-of being said at our weekly cafe meeting yesterday morning of three aging writers who should know better by now than to get too philosophical on a warm summer’s day…
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This is in response to a ‘prompt’ from the previous session of our poetry group: a picture of a small red hooded figure stepping onto a giant hand with a large jewelled ring on one finger, and a giant full moon overhead, also in red.
I found it a bit disturbing, so came up with an ‘antidote’ scenario.
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The Silver Strand

returning 
to the car 
i see
a silver strand 
intent on 
capturing me
 
i was gone 
but a moment 
yet the spider 
did spin
from the mirror 
across the window 
to lure 
me in
 
it seems 
this small one 
dreams of 
bigger prey
so too I 
if to my path 
I stay

this bit 
of web 
is a 
flimsy thing
but if 
I cast 
it not
i snare 
nothing

July 2, 2016

On seeing an Italian renaissance painting of a group of saints, with gold and silver leaf. Popolo is people in Italian.
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Here the moon is maybe like a circus strongman giving a heroic performance.
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A bit of pitiful self-indulgence now and then goes a long way I say…
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Another early morning mystery that came by…
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I am in awe of people who manage to keep their body and soul in balance - not much to say in my case, I’m afraid…
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I was watching something about Trump and war, and suchlike…
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It was very hot last night (again) and the pigeons were doing a lot of shuffling about in the olive tree in the dark outside the window, and then were up to their loud billing and cooing at dawn (again). Bloody birds.
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This could be said for any of us living on our dear earth today, but it was written for my American family and friends on this 4th of July.

Happy Independence Day y'all, despite it all!!
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Something a bit different today.
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Another bit of summer goo, I'm afraid...
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Feels like I'm channelling Emily Dickinson in this one!
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A little love poem - also, in memory of those times (how recent!) when the light was still getting longer each day.
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Over these recent hot clear evenings I have been keeping an eye on the new moon's progress. [It also gives me a chance to show off a new word I have just learnt!]
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A rather mysterious set of lines that emerged.
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O the many walks I have taken in the Jerusalem hills, up and down in a widening arc from the city going west towards the coastal plain.
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A weird little 'hippie' kind of thing that just wandered by...

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WildWords – Trembling Leaves

It begins in obscurity,
in the graying of the light,
when the lilac leaves tremble
one by one,
like tiny green drums
kissed by wet hands.

I watch them
and know something of prayer:
not certainty,
not brightness,
not the approaching thunder of answer,
but this—
the dimming light,
the damp touch,
the fragile rhythm 
of what remains alive
even when the whole world
seems to fade
at the edges.

And I,
quiet as the darkening earth,
learn again
that creation often prays
before it weeps,

that the body trembles
before the sorrow comes,
that even fear
can be a kind of listening

when the world wans
and the leaves begin
their soft percussion
under the subtle caress of rain.

The hill is tossing high, frail wisps of
rosy cloud to glide in steady gale
along a turquoise sky, around, above the
perpendicular and slightly askew columns,
above the triangular gap
between crown and crag…

—Tessa Ransford, “August 3rd”
published in Shadows from the Greater Hill (Ramsay Head Press, 1987)

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/august-3rd/

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These strange lines came early this morning.
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A little tiddly fish that came swimming by...
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Not so much reflecting the uplift of the Passover, but a poem for these troubled days.

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A Lawnmower for St. Stephen’s

On the wasteland by the motor arena
Bee-flies and early bumbles
Take nectar from the colonising coltsfoot.
Here rises St. Stephen’s Spire –
The Anglican analogue
To Pugin’s St. Mary’s – 
And here, on this April day,
The vicar and his wife frown
With heads together
At the manual for the lawnmower
They’d lifted gleaming from the van.
They must see God in manufacture
As they do in all and everything - 
In the fossil fuel the mower burns,
In the monoculture grass it neatly clips.
And like Saint Augustus,
Who threw off monastic aloofness,
The vicar sets about the mowing –
that humble, humbling service -
Of the grass the bumbles never visit,
Bringing nascent summer
And a faintly droning childhood ache
To the workers by St. Stephen’s by the city.

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Wisdom all around
I count the trees as good friends
We have much to learn

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Prompt - Friend

Late summer blossom
graces a time of death with
fuchsia delights.

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🌿🌸🌼 Embrace the beauty of nature, where flowers bloom and birds sing. 🌳🌺 Let the gentle breeze whisper secrets of the earth, as the sun kisses your skin. 🌞🌻 #NaturePoem #BeautyOfNature #EmbraceTheOutdoors 🌎🌈 Let your soul dance among the trees, and find solace in the melody of the flowing river. 🌲💦 #NatureInspires #SoulfulConnection 🌿🦋🌺 In nature's embrace, find peace and tranquility. Let the vibrant colors and delicate creatures fill your heart with joy. 🌈🐦🌸 #NatureLove #FindYo

🌿🌸🌼 Embrace the beauty of nature, where flowers bloom and birds sing. 🌳🌺 Let the gentle breeze whisper secrets of the earth, as the sun kisses your skin. 🌞🌻 #NaturePoem #BeautyOfNature #EmbraceTheOutdoors 🌎🌈 Let your soul dance among the trees, and find solace in the melody of the flowing river. 🌲💦 #NatureInspires #SoulfulConnection 🌿🦋🌺 In nature's embrace, find peace and tranquility. Let the vibrant colors and delicate creatures fill your heart with joy. 🌈🐦🌸 #NatureLove #FindYo

The greening begins, it spreads every day,
covering ground that once just was clay;
springing from branches once naked and bare,
making the world increasingly fair.
Sprouting from darkness, brought forth by the sun,
and - at least for this year - once again, life has won.
🌱
Continuation of my poem about ‘yellowing’ on 4th April… there’s another stanza coming me thinks.
🌱🌱🌱
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Quivering, feathered limbs
cast up a murmuration.

Tree branches, now bare,
spider across the gray sky,
weaving and webbing upward.

Trunks may serve as charnels
for walnut shells,
the shade of a bird,
caps of acorns,
and desiccated leaves.

But inside, trees remain rivers,
flowing witnesses to winter.

They are most alive now:
still and waiting,
a resting awareness,
with tangled limbs
rooted in the sky.

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

—“In Winter, the Trees” by Lesley Sieger-Walls, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These stories and #poems ruminate on hunkering down for the #winter and resting. Buy now in paperback or ebook: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition

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