African Tulip Tree once they borrowed this invasive tree, brought from afar to hawai'i. it was imported from a world away, once transplanted it just got away. spread like disease, among a flock, we heard it so. so many things we do will fail us. time will bring surprises that we cannot understand. our great works impress us so. new evils seem to surprise us; but we may still endure.
Tag: poetry
Coral Sand, Black Lava
white coral sand, wet black lava, tropical seas, the summery sky! every day seems a wonderful dream. we eat shave ice but not much ice cream. a secret beach seems such an idea! down a private road, (we asked the young guard for access, quickly granted) we were on our way. a narrow road on white coral sand, a gift from the bowels of many parrotfish, and we are grateful. a wonderful uncrowded beach. we carried on, to welcome shade beneath hot sunny skies. in black and white, feeling, no surprise.
Dried Thistle
Dried Thistle sharp and prickly to protect herself, her tender heart, broken so many times before. and so proctected, we might also be, except that there is such a price to pay for nearly perfect protection. today it snows. we hunker down, protected from cold by extra insulation, so we can nap on a winter afternoon. a thistle flower is a beautiful thing, clearly something to be protected..
So Near, So Distant
here is a photo a camera wouldn't do. maybe it could, but it wouldn't. difficult is a challenge, something we might do, if we try hard. impossible is challenging too. though we can't do it, we'll try until we die. challenges entertain us. we enjoy chasing the impossible.
Old Lava Flow
forever, it flowed to the sea: hot orange rock, thick liquid rolling, down to the sea, too hot to imagine. bright orange in darkness, flowing lava makes such a festive nighttime show for all the tourists. steam hisses as liquid rock hits the ocean waves. cooling boulders fall even further, under the waves until something stops them.
Unknown Fruit
unknown fruit, on unknown trees and i don't know what to think. green on green: it makes one wonder what it may imply: quick painful death or maybe delight? small birds may show us what to taste. if nothing eats the unknown fruit, we should remember: nature has a certain wisdom.
Downstream View
from high above, i look at rushing waters, spilling over wet and rounded rocks. our lives too sometimes rush, spilling over rocky dangers, where we might smash, breaking ribs and more, desperately struggling in wild torrents, gasping for air. from cliffside outlooks, it all looks beautiful and peaceful. but sometimes in rushing tumults, we learn desperation, beaten by wild currents, we sometimes survive.
Refuge
it was a place of refuge for those who broke tabu. you'd run for your life and you might live another day or two. maybe a priest would instruct you in the error of your ways. and if you learned your lesson, you might live out your days. my world is much different, places of refuge are few and hard to find.
Open Gate
open gate propped up, leans on a fencepost... evil fences and walls divide us; keep good people out, keep good people in, evil fences imprison. evil people try to rule the world. their lies amaze us. fences: a tool of enslavement. an open gate is a good thing, many gates stay shut, and keep good people in.