those halcyon days
we slipped beneath
wrapped in wave
and calm, in the before of
those days we summered
tangled in locust drone
in high elms lagging
speaking softly in
summer fade with
our ghostselves in haze
waiting for to begin
halcyon days
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Half-Penny Thoughts | 23jun25
Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash I used to be really proud about how clever I could be and how much information I was able to amass in my cranium.
The past decade or so, however, I’ve been discovering how liberating it is to be the one asking questions instead of being the one who “knows” stuff. And how freeing it is to let “knowledge” slip away when the information does not have an immediate and proven need. I can always ask the questions, or read something, again and — sometimes, even — I learn something completely different when I learn something “from scratch”.
That means I can often reread books, for example, and see the story or the information with completely new eyes. Or find a new technique to troubleshoot a problem.
Forgetting doesn’t have to be the horror that some folks make it out to be. Memories are not something that require preservation. They may give you joy or feel useful, but there is no real reason to cling to memories, or that joy, just for the sake of remembering. Or is there?
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Half-Penny Thoughts | 23jun25
tossing a rune — 22jun25
berkana through the pass
we may yet recall
all of those parts of us
long since forgottenAnother rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.
Today’s rune is berkana, which has a core meaning “birch”. Birch are often the first trees to populate areas after a forest fire and, by extension, are associated with new beginnings, purification and rebirth — all of which tend to be related to the eternal feminine.
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tossing a rune — 22jun25
hold
Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash come the drift as
voices fade away
the taste of ash
'cross my tongue
distrust, the taste
of dream
bone hands stolen
of twilight childe
hold onto me, holdTo like, click comments or:
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waiting to come
Photo by enkuu smile_ on Unsplash i am held apart and
the words said
are not for who
am i say i may be
rejoined if held together
in arms tenderly and
whispers the wind
my name am be
still crushed flower
under the snow
waiting to come of springTo like, click comments or:
waiting to come
venus in firs
Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash gather us now
at fingerposts &
streetlamps in the fir
bone crunching the
frostcrust snow
under our woolen
scarlet, some
edges cut thin
"how do you do?"
"i am well, and you?"
"fine, i couldn't
be better."
"it's cold, we should
have a bit of tea."
— and so forth
and so on as the
sleigh bells silver
their ever closer in
a pale empress coming
could you not
see all is well as
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venus in firs
pict-too
Photo by Sandra Seitamaa on Unsplash a slendering into irrelevance
pict-too pict-too painted blue
—and now the unwanting
to crawl down to bed in seek
to find a dream in shiftspace
between the you and the me
that clackbone cracking
after the summer, corewood
once living, now dead
kiss me before the afterglow fades
pict-too pict-too all painted blue
to slip to my slendering againTo like, click comments or:
pict-too
eyes play
Photo by Nikolay Hristov on Unsplash growing at distance
eyes play watchmen
observing in steel as
a hand strokes in time
with the machineTo like, click comments or:
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sudden summer
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com sudden summer rain
calls to the napping
of grey dark the room
i still ache to dream
winter tales,
winter songTo like, click comments or:
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The long drive, connectivity and tech
Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash In my post where I mentioned I will be busy this summer with things that take me away from posting here quite so frequently, I alluded to a lack of connectivity for a spell as being one of those reasons. Well, those plans are starting to firm up and I will be incommunicado near the end of July for about 5-10 days.
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