Month: September 2020

Once

by edgarone2, posted in beauty, friendship, life, love, photos, poetry, Uncategorized

We meet once in a farmer’s market

You are selecting a peach, I’m buying okra

Talk and walk and laugh

You spin a loom, I wield an ax

Gather, break, understand

Happy when together

A long beautiful day we wish each other

Before we wave goodbye

Cups of coffee and talks

Walks along the river

What is abstract 

A question of enchantment 

How do we measure 

Content or duration

And weight 

Are dimensions important?

echo

by edgarone2, posted in beauty, flowers, life, photos, poetry

Two of a kind maybe, 

hummingbird and forsythia

contentment and envy

twins one minute apart

one is humming, the other whistling

shouting in anger, reciting a praise

eating noodles with fork, the other with chopsticks

I will go, you stay

riding a kayak, each one paddling

I look at you, you are smilimg

coffee or tea

Gosh, I forget, you remember

I thought you have the key, in my other pants

I say goodbye, you say goodbye

Last 3 Days of Walking

by edgarone2, posted in beauty, birds, life, photos, poetry, Uncategorized, walking

For the last 3 days our air quality is good. I have been walking to the river daily. 

Thursday-7000 steps. Friday-9000 steps. Today, Saturday-9000 steps.

All the  photos from my mobile phone.

Yesterday’s photos:

This is the walking path below the street level thats goes to the river. The river is behind me.

Below are my photos today.

Early this morning the fog still veils the southern crossing and the bridge is not visible .

The sun is just starting to come out. Sun’s reflection in the river.

The white egret and the fisherman are not talking to each other.

The street that leads to the river and parallel and higher level to the pathway on the right. I’m facing the direction towards the river.

Returning from the river I connect to this sidewalk to continue my walk.

Wednesday

by edgarone2, posted in Uncategorized

Sept 9, 2020

Wednesday, 9:29 am

This morning the sun gets buried in the sky

The streets are dim and quiet

No sounds of cars moving

The air is still, frozen

The morning looks like late afternoon.

I go downstairs, open the front door

Outdoors is dark.

What happens?

I open the news in my mobile.

To see if there is an explanation

Emergency service office reports smoke and ash 

are drifting towards us.

Later I learned that I was not the only one astonished.

New fires are raging.

I don’t know if the birds are crying.

My Tuesday Walk to the River

by edgarone2, posted in birds, life, photos, poetry, river, walking

Why will someone leaves a helmet on a bench

Or hide an empty  Remy Martin under a shrub

Around us from a safe distance, wild fires rage

Smokes drift our way

The sun is burning orange

My mistake is to try capture the spectacle

Forgetting my focus can burn my eyes

Walking home a hummingbird catches my eye

Dancing from one flower to the next

In time of the pandemic is everything relevant?