photo by sasint @ pixabay.com
image is a mashup of photos and artwork of darksouls1, 41330 and PublicDomainPictures @ pixabay.com
the sad letters of empty pages
sit with me and my daily wages,
mother whispers from miles of hue:
back home my son they look for you
on window sills where hang the stars
that pluck the notes from your guitar,
are you this coffee memory
across the table, across the sea?
the frogs and turtles have come to pass
to sing the chorus of the grass,
to drown in rain of lines unwritten
to wait for you pick up the pen,
to write your blank letters on sad edges
to read with me the sky’s pages
© said sadain, jr. 2018
Note:
I shall be away from blogging for at least a month, to drown in rain of lines unwritten, to sit on pages of algorithms. Until then, here’s wishing you good health and starry nights.
— Said, 23 August 2018
Photo by Juan Pablo Arenas on Pexels.com
ヒメボタル photo credit: © Tsuneaki Hiramatsu, digitalphoto.cocolog-nifty.com
As a child, I used to chase and marvel at the fireflies twinkling in the night. As an adult, I now look at the fireflies as a glowing refutation of Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution:
Bioluminescence, the process by which fireflies produce light without heat, is said to be a very efficient process. According to firefly expert Dr. Marc Branham, associate professor of the Department of Entomology and Nematology, University of Florida, almost all of the firefly’s energy involved in bioluminescence is given off as light. Compare that to a traditional incandescent bulb that uses a lot of energy to produce light, while wasting 90% of that energy as heat released to the atmosphere. Bioluminescence thus would seem like a very desirable survival mechanism for the human being, a beneficial mutation waiting to happen and to be preserved, much like the appendages of man that the theory of evolution would have us believe were the spontaneous product of natural selection as life evolved from amphibian to terrestrial.
Photo by Simon Matzinger on Pexels.com
it is the ebb it seems:
the tide has left
tiny corals naked
like forever-dancing
pale-faced stuffed
monkeys
under the glaze of
the midday heat.
the drought is settled
even beside the sea
upon this empty reach.
image is by FelixMittermeier @ pixabay.com
black, some people believe,
is the murder of colors
and white, their liberation
while others claim black is
the acceptance of colors
and white, their rejection
but neither black nor white
can tell the whole truth
about the world of colors.
Total lunar eclipse over the Jeddah sky (is that white dot the red planet Mars?). Photo by SSJ, 27 July 2018
Total lunar eclipse over the Jeddah sky (is that white dot really the red planet Mars!?). Photo by SSJ, 27 July 2018
© said sadain, jr. 2018
he feels she likes him
she feels he likes her
past iambic convos
their arms brush electric
as armrest fades to clouds
this must be love astir
floating from their bosoms
flutterbies of light
and all
the light
to breathe
to breathe
