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it all counts

a scientist
uses math
(which counts
things) to help
visualize
invisible
verifiable things
even things
that cannot be
yet verified
by touch (counting
for real) instead
metaphysically
represented in
quantities of 123
where infinity
which might
as well be
nothingness
as the Answer indicates
Error or
rather unknown
or trickier
(motion)

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/it-all-counts

it all counts

a scientist
uses math
(which counts
things) to help
visualize
invisible
verifiable things
even things
that cannot be
yet verified
by touch (counting
for real) instead
metaphysically
represented in
quantities of 123
where infinity
which might
as well be
nothingness
as the Answer indicates
Error or
rather unknown
or trickier
(motion)

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/it-all-counts

viśuddha

i don't know
why i feel
i want
to be wanted
despite knowing
(why)

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/vi-uddha

viśuddha

i don't know
why i feel
i want
to be wanted
despite knowing
(why)

#poetry #poemaday

https://simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/vi-uddha

Upstairs

sometimes I live a little too much upstairs
and by upstairs I mean
in my head

It’s been years since I listened

to that song
I’ve wondered what it was called
or how the chorus went
the words were fuzzy like mittens
in the back of the closet
what was crystal in my mind
was the way I felt
belting it out as I drove
with the windows down
and the wind carrying away the pressure
to be accurate so I could focus
on pouring out what was bottled up
I knew from the guitar and the choir
clapping the beat
just before the first words
dropped from her mouth
that I was going back to My Church
and I was singing along with a friend
I’ve never met

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Vigil

A candle snuffed,
its wick is curled.
A puff of smoke
in air unfurled.

There at the tip,
the faintest spark
in spirit red
to spite the dark.

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In my falling heart
I pluck a wise old green peach —
Fruit bears fruit inside

#桃青 #Tōsē
#芭蕉 #Bashō
#haiku #俳句 🍁🍂
#poem #poetry #poemaday #poesie #gedicht
#Freshness #Abundance #CloseUp #FoodAndDrink #Food #Organic #fruit #peach #peaches #pfirsich #pfirsiche #japan #germany #photography #fotografie

(I couldn’t find green peaches.)

“Green Peach” (桃青 Tōsē) was a pen name of Matsuo Bashō, the 17th century Edo-period Japanese poet who practically defined the classical haiku.