John Pingree's Images

Images

Photos (in the blog order):

1. First night

  4. Next Day (a set, obviously)

2. Data transmission and storage

3. Connie's music

5. More than friends

6. Shadow land

7. Connection

8. Interlock

John Ambury's Poems

SPRING ON THE POND *   Animation suspended no life in snow the pond lies still   Just days from now this pond will teem with newborn beings to stock the world             with every species                         two by two in billions                                     the genesis of all existence   Today the pond lies still no life in snow animation suspended     * Impromptu verse inspired by the Japanese brush drawing of the same name by Baoxing Zhang. “Poetry In The Park,” Sovereign House (Oakville ON), 17 July 2011.                                                    © John Ambury, 2011. All rights reserved.   ----------------------------------------------------------------     HAIKU (Senryu), from Sets 3 and 4     The form           Haiku I am told           must not be given titles --           your indulgence, please     Absence           “I love you, miss you”           cold words freeze-dry on my screen           hot tears brim my eyes     Tsunami           Apocalypse now           forty days and nights of floods           how shall we still breathe?     Conversation           So she goes, D’uh, right?           I’m like, Tell me about it           she’s like, Just sayin’     Poetry           We do not make art           sky-thrown hearts fly back in words           poetry happens                                             © John Ambury, 2011. All rights reserved.

Grant's Poem

First Light

by

Grant Thompson

It was the season after the Hunter's moon,

On a dark and starry night,

Beneath the vault of sky, entombed,

Far from civilization's light.

Those then-young eyes sent their gaze aloft

Their first light yet to see.

They saw gossamer curtains of rippling hues,

And a faintly glowing bridge of stars, across a pitch black sea.

The  brilliant light of a thousand stars

Spread across the black,

There, far too many wonders for one

They knew they would be back.

Now, decades are gone yet

Older-eyes still come to see the sight.

But they need the help of memory's eye,

To recapture the vision of that first night.

When the old eyes finally close

And see with soul's  clear sight,

Then find me after the Hunter's moon

On a dark and starry night.

I'll wait beneath the vault of sky, entombed

Far from civilizations light.