Monthly Archives: September 2012

Haiku – Mushroom Picking

true chanterelle?  faux?
the choice brings one weal or woe
like casting one’s vote

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Julian Assange addresses the United Nations

Seeing that most U.S. news outlets haven’t carried his address to the UNO, click here to read the text of Julian Assange’s speech to the United Nations on Wednesday, September 26.

Haiku

hatless in the rain:
hairs perchance may sprout again.
“Hope springs eternal…”

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Surfacing

Oft I dwell upon the waters of the bay:
sometimes a shimmering reptilian green
resembling the smooth skin of some wondrous snake
that slowly undulates from shore to shore.

At other times the waters seem
like the hide of some crocodilian,
a duller green, steely with peaks and edges,
lying in wait, mischief and mayhem in its brain.

And when the storm nears, the waters roil
with whitecaps, rising and falling
with impatience, seemingly frightened
and frightening, its smoky gray face wrenched by the winds.

Winter tries hard to thicken the waters to crystal,
but rarely succeeds because of the briny brew,
the constant plaiting of waves, the dance of the tides,
countervailing winds, the plowing vessels.

The waters of the bay: never are they without motion,
like glass tinted blue, a mirror for clouds, for vessels
cruising the face of the deep; rarely are they so still
as the mellowness of prayers at matins or vespers.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Late September Sunset

The ferryboat departs Manhattan.
The 17 State Street Building
has diffracted sunset and sky painted
on its curved and glazed façade,
the West mirrored eastward.
We stand at the aft end of the boat.
Our faces turn first to marvel
at the miraculous smudged vision
in the towering glass edifice,
then turn to see night’s true herald
bedecked in fiery colors, in tattered blue.
Hearts fill with quiet, brim with joy.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Haiku welcoming Autumn

chill wind on my face
dry leaves land on my bald pate
crows fly past  chortling

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Haiku

gray squirrels run   stand
chomp acorns   hide many more
but part of life’s plan

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012