Tag: reading
member name: Jim Ross
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September 07, 2006 02:43 AM EDT --
Riverbank Sketch
Tight wild river winds
Grayish clouds scud quickly by
To steel white water
Redwoods bear their tall burden
Of fickle wind and eagles
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross . . .
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September 09, 2006 12:20 AM EDT --
A Matter of Taste
Cat flipped the kibble
With an averted-eye roll
And sauntered away . . .
To return with a scrub jay
Too slow for Cat's autumn prowl
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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July 19, 2006 02:23 AM EDT --
The anodyne for loneliness arrives with you--and what you have to say.
Ear Balm
Your warm gentle breath
Chaperoned by loving oaths
In my anxious ear
© 2006 Jim Ross
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July 19, 2006 02:20 AM EDT --
There is always a moment when everything is clear
Afterglow
Here in the twilight
Where morning is memory
There's nothing but love
© 2006 Jim Ross
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July 19, 2006 11:02 AM EDT --
How deep is the water here? Our scant plumb line is insufficient to give the answer. Here's hoping wit, patience and a well brimming with humility helps.
Insufficient Tools
What could be harder
Than . . .
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July 30, 2006 09:44 PM EDT --
My stomach grumbles and I ignore it until . . .
Trailside Rest
Heavenly hisses
Sounding through the quaking leaves
Clap the backpack flap
As if in urgent patter
Reminding me--time to eat
© 2006 . . .
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August 18, 2006 11:51 PM EDT --
Inspired by my friend, Liz, who is learning to fly but who already knows its beauty
Pulling Free
High wings shade keen eyes
Masked behind smoky glasses
While arms tug the yoke
And . . .
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August 24, 2006 10:03 AM EDT --
. . . or anything else you write? The author makes a boo-boo, of course.
I couldn't understand when a particular tanka of mine wasn't getting the hits I thought it should; then I looked . . .
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September 05, 2006 02:15 AM EDT --
Sweat and tears gives way to tourists in a haunting lifestyle change
River Roars Below
Covered bridge of yore
Saw horses, wagons, cars, trucks
Now echoes footsteps
Hosts tank tops . . .
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September 07, 2006 02:20 AM EDT --
To Be With You Again
When I hold your face
And feel your hair brush my hands
My heart leaps to you
And I pull your lips to mine--
Delicate touch of our love
© 2006 Jim Ross
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September 10, 2006 05:35 PM EDT --
Sun Blessed Bowl
Summer's vessel gorged
Autumn's bowl begins to fill
With yellow and red
Light, late seen and early gone
Golden rays touch larders packed
© 2006 Jim Ross . . .
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September 10, 2006 09:53 PM EDT --
Sunset by the Sea
Wind mussed silv'ry hair
Tinged gold by autumn gloaming,
Dances while your eyes
Laugh, and sparkle as you clap
Your glee by the cresting sea
© 2006 Jim . . .
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September 14, 2006 12:45 AM EDT --
Quail's Musical Malady
California quail's
Head for bobbing quarter notes
Caws like a black crow
© 2006 Jim Ross
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April 12, 2007 03:49 PM EDT --
Surf with no spray,
Dunes with no blowing sand,
Hair not mussed by fidgety wind
Regardless the horse’s bouncing gait;
Nor is sweat produced from relentless rays
On vistas, bluish-white--
Neither . . .
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July 29, 2006 12:27 AM EDT --
A birthday loomed for an ageing friend and I saw the fear in his eyes. Being a questing soul that perhaps couldn't see what he gave others, I wrote this poem for him, hoping it would help. Rest in . . .
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August 01, 2006 12:26 PM EDT --
Ernie Z. published a great article, "Are You Attractive to Others?" that inspired the Tanka here. We all need the answers to the questions his article poses--nature, nurture, or both? I'm . . .
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August 04, 2006 01:14 AM EDT --
As summer continues hot and mesquite scents the night . . .
Candlelight Dinner
Breeze fanned flame dances
For lovers beneath the moon
Who eat and drink night
© 2006 Jim Ross
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August 04, 2006 01:27 AM EDT --
There's a place for this poem; the place where I heard sail clasps tinkling against masts, urgent waves slapping hull sides, and the creaking of weathered docks as sailors passed. It shall . . .
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August 07, 2006 01:37 AM EDT --
A squirrel fills his hidey hole with food as I fill my notebooks, lest paucity find us wanting to fight our battles.
Pastoral Pit Stop
I search the morning
For life's colors and textures
To stir . . .
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August 09, 2006 01:30 AM EDT --
There were two slatted crates on the fourth story balcony, each with several chickens in it. An odd sight for an American visitor in China, but not as odd as an emerald green rose . . . anywhere--which . . .
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