Parallel Communication
dendrites, roots
stillness
parallel communication
I am forever intrigued by the communication that takes place below the soil and underbrush, among the roots of trees and plants and carried through the mycelium of mushrooms and fungi. If only AI could translate that.
Up Past Solstice
the wind
blows down the lane
the wind is not particular
she goes where she goes
blows how she blows
it is not always
a dark and tragic story
sometimes it is dark and happy
some people like the dark
find funny, the irony, found there
sometimes its light and tragic
lemmings make awful tight-rope walkers
a misstep or a moment's carelessness
brings a varmint to an abrupt end
the people around here
we don’t see too often
know that
they prefer the shadows
there is balance there
not sure how it will go
find out at reception
or consult local folklore
the recognizable versions
sling your learning book
over your shoulder
set out to find the truth
of everything
but be wary of magical tales
told by natural story-tellers
the best are always fabulist
natural-born liars, if you ask me
with their boisterous charm
and calculated sudden reserve
ne’er-do-wells everyone of ‘em
seek out the farmer instead
with his sun tattoos
he knows the seasons
is familiar with the Mother’s fickle nature
he’ll tell you to stay on your toes
but sow your seeds deep
or sense out the hermit-monk
he likes the dark too
the dark and quiet
and truncated truths
a little too literal
but just enough to confuse
sprinkle the stars
blacken the sky
stay up past the solstice
peak at you gifts before xmas
why did you ever let him whisper your name
you should have pretended not to hear
made a mess of it now
just have the fairies topple the ruin
and begin again
ready, here we go
the wind
blows down the lane
the wind is not particular
she goes where she goes
blows how she blows
Dawn's Chorus Birth
crickets and the dawn’s chorus birth
primordial sparks
It is those moments before sunrise where the coming day is set; it is the space in between thoughts that births ideas and creativity, gives it room to pass through.
Bumble Sussurrus
in the meadow, winged
static reforms childhood
It is delightful the way just the smallest, seasonal inhabitants of the garden can clear the static and reform childhood memories.
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Words and Poetry are my own. Images unless otherwise attributed are a collaboration between me and AI, Grok. These images should be viewed visual haiku, in that they contain symbolism. The concepts are my own creation, the rendering AI. Keep drawing and painting. AI cannot replace your hard work and excellence. Parallel Communication, Dawn's Chorus Birth, and Bumble Sussurus were first and most recently published on the X, social media platform in the month of June, 2025.
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