Archive for the ‘Photos’ Category

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Garden

December 11, 2005

Text:

Hidden treasures
await you in the garden . . .
Careful not to trip!

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Children

October 10, 2005

Text:
Children shriek roughshod on the playground . . . ripples on still water

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White

October 9, 2005

Text:

With a quiet hand
the artist brushes white
on the cool canvas.

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Glass Reflections

October 1, 2005

Text:

Glass reflections
of autumn’s harvest . . .
which artisan
framed in delicacy
your shapely beauty?


This is my 100th entry. In a little less than a year, nearly 100 poems posted on the site. And for every poem, about 2 comments. Thanks for joining me on the journey so far — let’s see where we head next.

(for more photos of MIT’s Great Glass Pumpkin Patch, click here)

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The Wall

September 21, 2005

Text:

Windows’ refractions
parade across the wall . . .
chromosome pairs?

Photo taken 9/21/05 outside of MIT Building 11.

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Eye

September 20, 2005

Revised Text:

Water drops quiver,
suspended at the leaf’s edge . . .
nearby, fallen trees.

Original Text:

Water drops quiver,
suspended at the leaf’s edge . . .
the eye of the storm

Photo taken 9/21/2005.

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Light & Darkness

September 19, 2005

Text:

Light

nebulae collide
in the bittersweet heaven
bright iridescence
while light-years away I stare
at the computer’s dull haze

Darkness

nebulae collide
spilling heavenly carnage
over galaxies
on the evening news more death
a new nation emerges

Image courtesy of NASA.

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Coffee

September 1, 2005

My summer coffee treat: a Vanilla Bean Frappuccino® with Caramel Affogato. I love the “lava lamp” look as the Affogato melts into the vanilla bean.

Here is a shot of my favorite Barista making a cup of coffee:

And finally, today’s poem:

You awaken me
with the flavor of dark roast
so rich on my tongue.

Can your sensuality
and pale beauty
be contained in just one cup?

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Ring Around the Rosie

August 28, 2005

“Ring Around the Rosie” is a child’s nursery rhyme which pertains to death (or does it?). I always wondered about the meaning of a “pocket full of posies” and “ashes, ashes, we all fall down”, but one look here will make it all clear.

This statue of children playing I found in a park in Needham, MA. There is an empty space between the two children on the far right side of the picture, inviting you in to play. Kind of a strange image in many ways. Do you see the look of horror on the children’s faces? Or is that just my imagination? Why do faces in extreme joyfulness take on twinges of painful hysteria?