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An astronomer dwells as a hermit in my mind,
An entity I reap alive from a scholar’s treatise
Not so much for his science but for his calculated dreams. -
mashup image of the Iguazu Falls on the border of Argentina and Brazil, and the Periodic Table of Elements, ssj 2017. falls photo by juffi @ pixabay.com
While everyone is out there exploring the elements with their cameras, we take a break from posting original work for a fun weekend with the elemental table (or more properly called the Periodic Table of Elements), where even the elements of earth, wind, water and fire are drilled down to their elemental composition. We bring you this time a discovery of nifty haiku written by Mary Soon Lee for each element of the Periodic Table — surely, a delight for both the nebulous poet and the nerdy scientist.
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unretouched photo of clear sea on sand, @ the red sea. photography by ssj, 2017
walking on sand and sea
how can i mark time
with my footprints in the sand
beneath glassy sea?© ssj 2017
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image by geralt @ pixabay.com
A red rattle toy, my mother’s gift
Rattles violently, bloodshakes my young head.
I could not hold it upright,
Too small my hands, too finite
With ten fingers in vain may clutch
A furiously spinning axis:
The toy rattles, cradles a time away ,
Spherical like the Earth as satellite
Pictures would show. -
photo by geralt @ pixabay.com
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am a child alone,
the neighborhood could not care less.
A nose-counting game today spells
my existence in the monitor of
the Census Man’s computer. -
i was quite sure that i had taken some alluring photos of bamboo plants on my smartphone a few years back, but i was perhaps not smart enough to have saved them for times like this, so i am instead posting here the better bamboo photo of dragonlee1020 @ pixabay.com.
‘Rustles of bamboo leaves one fine afternoon’ is not exactly a new collection, though this is the first time that it is being posted for general reading. Written on a bright and breezy March afternoon, in six short parts, shelved and lost, rediscovered, rehashed, it is a collage of thoughts: not totally unrelated, but neither consistent enough to be considered as a single poem, except that they have been written to rustle with the bamboo leaves, and meant to let the readers weave their own images around these thoughts:
i. sweet strength is
sweet strength is that which
is felt in being pliant
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image from DrSJS, pixabay.com
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- when the lustered sea embraces the sand, is it to claim or cede its flotsam? when my mind sails with the rolling wind, is it to cast or catch a sparkle?
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