equal nights...another term is Equilux....equal light. Weather this time of year is perfect. Also, just that much closer to ending this worm infested turd known as 2020.
The whiskey stink of rot has settled
in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises
when I touch the dying tomato plants.
Still, the claws of tiny yellow blossoms
flail in the air as I pull the vines up by the roots
and toss them in the compost.
It feels cruel. Something in me isn’t ready
to let go of summer so easily. To destroy
what I’ve carefully cultivated all these months.
Those pale flowers might still have time to fruit.
My great-grandmother sang with the girls of her village
as they pulled the flax. Songs so old
and so tied to the season that the very sound
seemed to turn the weather.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 12:19 pm
9 long months until summer.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 12:34 pm
A time for dieing is pretty
A time for dieing is pretty fitting this go-around.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 01:56 pm
equal nights...another term
equal nights...another term is Equilux....equal light. Weather this time of year is perfect. Also, just that much closer to ending this worm infested turd known as 2020.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 02:24 pm
Happy Equinox/Equilux to all,
Happy Equinox/Equilux to all, in both Hemispheres.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 04:21 pm
Happy Fall To ALL.
Happy Fall To ALL.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 04:29 pm
September Tomatoes
September Tomatoes
By Karina Borowicz
The whiskey stink of rot has settled
in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises
when I touch the dying tomato plants.
Still, the claws of tiny yellow blossoms
flail in the air as I pull the vines up by the roots
and toss them in the compost.
It feels cruel. Something in me isn’t ready
to let go of summer so easily. To destroy
what I’ve carefully cultivated all these months.
Those pale flowers might still have time to fruit.
My great-grandmother sang with the girls of her village
as they pulled the flax. Songs so old
and so tied to the season that the very sound
seemed to turn the weather.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56583/september-tomatoes
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 06:00 pm
mike, a gorgeous perfect poem
mike, a gorgeous perfect poem.
Thanks for taking us there.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 06:09 pm
Thanks, judit, but really any
Thanks, judit, but really any thanks should really go to Karina Borowicz. I just swiped her work.
Also, I need to pull up what's left of my tomato plants, and there's a cluster of yellow blooms at the top, so I'm conflicted about that.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 06:17 pm
I thank YOU because I forget
I thank YOU because I forget to check at the Poetry Foundation site.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 06:21 pm
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 07:54 pm
One of the last sunsets of
One of the last sunsets of the brutal summer of 2020, over Bolinas.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 08:30 pm
I'm feeling balanced today.
I'm feeling balanced today.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 09:02 pm
the summer seemed SO SHORT to
the summer seemed SO SHORT to me... *sigh*
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 09:05 pm
^^^^
^^^^
Done come and gone, my oh my.
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on Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – 09:50 pm
Where's my Harvest Tour? ;)
Where's my Harvest Tour? ;)
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on Wednesday, September 23, 2020 – 10:49 am
https://www.youtube.com/watch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Zyr0IDaRXQ
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on Wednesday, September 23, 2020 – 10:56 am
Nice Coltrane pick, Joe. You
Nice Coltrane pick, Joe. You reminded me of the GD's Equinox.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mU4l_dPXkzc
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on Wednesday, September 23, 2020 – 10:57 am
Every moment is perfect
Every moment is perfect
Every cell is a jewel
Every man is a prophet
At the mercy of a fool