Friday, June 7, 2024
Thursday, June 6, 2024
Suspension Bridges
After two days
Of cold rain,The sun shines big
On the two Tacoma
Narrows Bridges,
Which hang from
The huge cables
That hang from them.
hans ostrom 2024
Wednesday, June 5, 2024
Monday, June 3, 2024
The Owl
As silently as an untold secret,
an owl passed over our headsinto trees and out of our view
forever. People, creatures,
and things visit our lives,
then leave. Come in, go out.
And each of us passes by
or into lives of others,
and then we leave. They
forget, we forget, and then
once upon a future, we die.
And the unseen owl has seized
something to eat & takes it
to the nest in a forest beyond dreaming.
hans ostrom 2024
Sunday, June 2, 2024
Saturday, June 1, 2024
Tuesday, May 28, 2024
Birds Today
A fat, orange-bellied robin,
connoisseur of worms, sat
on an old phone line, trilling.
A gray heron, just off a rocky
beach in shallows, staring
down like a chess player
at minnows. Crow, political
birds, gathered and quarreled
like union organizers.
A black-hooded junco
sat on a roof and sternly
clicked at me. And a brown
hedge sparrow ran beside
boxwood, saw me, dove
into the brush. Birds
surveil us, live with us.
They're guardians of a kind.
They have their reasons.
hans ostrom 2024
Sunday, May 26, 2024
Saturday, May 25, 2024
Killjoy
(or, negative thinking in iambic tetrameter)
Sometimes I am afraid of joy,
As if it is too much--a trap--
Enticement to a leap iinto
Seductive light and perfumed air
That must end in a tumble down
A lethal twisting iron stair.
I guess the sour trickery
Of life has halved my optimism,
And turned me puritanical,
Worst-case scenarios deep-scripted &
Embedded in my skittish mind.
Yes, hard to trust in joy, I find.
As if it is too much--a trap--
Enticement to a leap iinto
Seductive light and perfumed air
That must end in a tumble down
A lethal twisting iron stair.
I guess the sour trickery
Of life has halved my optimism,
And turned me puritanical,
Worst-case scenarios deep-scripted &
Embedded in my skittish mind.
Yes, hard to trust in joy, I find.
hans ostrom 2024
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