August and September

 Reviewing photos from summers past. Especially like this one from Buncrana, Ireland.

 

 

Entanglement (two photos)

 Entanglement

 

summer heats up the shallows

  summer heats up the shallows*

still dew in the grass
catalpa leaf in sunwash
summer heats up the shallows
warms the deep water as we cross
toes feeling carefully
for each cool stone

 

*  First published here on a hot July day in 2017

Variety and social media

Just a brief note to thank people for continuing to look into the texts I post here. It means a lot to me to know of your interest. Many will know already that I also have a presence on commercial social media apps where I'm also locatable as William Bain Poetry. Some of these apps are undergoing changes I and many other users don't like, and on that theme I merely want to say that I am currently looking further afield at different platforms. Also, finally, I am still very pleased to be a member of the Blogspot Community. And again, thanks for your support.

Peaceful hopes

 A picture taken some years back: The town of Derry, Ireland, from the Peace Bridge. Hoping, of course, for more peaceful scenes all over our beleaguered planet....

 

 

Thanking Dreich Poetry Magazine

 Thanks to Jack Caradoc and the staff at Dreich for including some of my recent poems in Dreich's Issue 3, Season 8, No. 87.

Chicago

 (a kind of poetry of place) :

Chicago

those tremendous bust years those

dances in those intown college rooms

people can be tremendously giving

even in the city

fight the repetition principle

as much as well you one day do fight

minuet laughter at sight of holiday mask

as silently as perhaps tears another’s

Wall texture

wall texture (from Pedralbes Monestery, Barcelona)

 

 

Cedar

 close up of the trunk of an old cedar tree 

in the cloister of Pedralbes monastery, Barccelona

 

 

poem spring '24

 

 

poem spring ‘24

on the kitchen counter

a blue plastic water bottle

nudged by a tangerine

difficult to fight against it all

what with a dan de lion

leafing green blossoming yellow

downstairs in a crack in the concrete

 

Another way?

 

Another way in might be this dream?

 

A group of friends wanted to kill a moth.

What was the point? No matter.

They asked me to kill it.

I shied away from the furry

body, the fluttering wings

touching my face. No,

I awoke.

Ivy in winter

The photo goes back a ways, to 2019.... Beautiful colors, no?