MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh


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sun drawing water

grandma told me
the slanted beams
were the sun
drawing water
diagonal shafts
of particle-laden light
filtered by clouds
partial bridges to the sky
and, for those carrying down
sleet, snow or rain
that were lost
before reaching earth
men have given names
virga
named, or unnamed
bright ramps between
heaven and earth
that lift upward
my eyes and my
thirsty soul

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weary traveler

light, scurrying along eons
arrives at a focusing mirror
having taken light years
to reach us, weak and faint
although a full galaxy in itself
i suppose 23 million
could tire
just about anyone
Great Basin National Park night study 4/14/18


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knitting life (a pantoum)

insert needle tip, wind yarn
draw loop through to interlock
slide to opposite needle
create whole, a stitch at a time

draw loop through to interlock
work without looking
create whole, a stitch at a time
without seeing consequences

work without looking
slide to opposite needle
without seeing consequences
insert needle, wind yarn


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southern Nevada hills

neither bush nor blade on
layered silt stripes
of the long-ago inland sea bed
beige, blush rose, chalky white, raw umber
burnt ocher, ivory, quince, bleached sienna
tilted intact
upheaved to perpendicular
or left slanted hither and yon
as though flung aside
like the rumpled bedclothes
of an awakening giant


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light speed

light, hurrying along
across the universe
took years to reach
our telescope
arriving weak and faint
although purported to
be a full galaxy in itself
but i suppose going
that speed for twenty-three
million years could
tire just about anyone
mjNordgren 4/14/18
Great Basin National Park, NV


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discovery

first looking into the tide pool
in the rocks as the waves
rose and threatened
to drown it and me
i grabbed my braid to suck on
i was so astounded
at the treasure of rough
five-pointed stars and tiny
bi-valves, daddy called them
God’s critters needing
the sea, if not the pounding
“Must be a mighty Lord
to need and make
all of these,” i whispered
knowing not even
a bizillionth of it then