aphorisms numbers three through five

aphorisms numbers three through five    find silence. I’m shy even to say that much. let go the music of wires, the color of etherwaves. wind will do, sky will do. refrain being entertained.  listen, observe. here is full.  now is full. stillness has never left any soul alone. she told me so.   neil reid © [...]

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ferryboat crossing

ferryboat crossing gull on top of sand sand on top of preening shore shore on top of feathered feeding feathers on top of cormorant curving neck cormorant on top of placid waveless sound salted ocean limb on top of serpent coiled mist mist on top of farside shore far grey procession on top of snowed [...]

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Flying cloud

Flying cloud, an ocean swan and fastest clipper ship.  Ever.   But you know, this ain’t about boats.  So dedicated…   Flying cloud     Yes. You. Like a clipper in the mists her masts raked ready for the gale.   They wonder why I love the sea.   One glance as mine, they’d understand. [...]

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San Carlos Creek

San Carlos Creek.     Every bough bends before wind’s waiting touch, saying – here,      come this way,     bend your breath into me. Each tree beside the creek has its’ own ritual dance, each beckon sky, swaying thirsty green tresses, inviting breezes within their whispered tapestry, this mating courted here.     Wind [...]

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Windfall

  Windfall.     This stone some hand has set into the shallow creek.       Current now shares its’ shape.      Midstride upon the ramp some wind-borne intent breaks my motion. Face-to-face into autumn-night-whispering. Wind is a story to be, becoming      the skin of where it has been. The creek forgotten by the [...]

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