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Author: G. Paul Randall
Starfish Sutra is a poetry and writing journal, augmented by some photography and general blogging activity.
Days of Future Path
The future killed my parents And will probably kill yours too It steals your wealth and rots your teeth Wears out your coat and shoe The future sometimes seems so bright So promising and true You try so hard to please it What else is there to do The path well worn that seems to work For more than just a few It is the future's favorite trap Line up and join the queue A fellow blazes his own path In search of something new And finds the future waiting there He wonders how it knew The future killed our parents And theirs before them too And when you think it's had enough It finally comes for you
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Photo (CC) 2021 : Have a nice day! 🙂
Earth, Wind, and Water
Captivated by the imagery produced in sand by the wind and water I decided to curate a little show of its work. Water or air moving over loose sand will produce a matrix of interlocking dune forms reminiscent of the cords of gray matter on the exterior of a brain. Dappling from raindrops adds texture to the mix. Some of these are combinations of all three effects. The photo captions serve as titles and attempt to gather loosely into a poem.
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Cropped and minimally edited photos of Gulf Coast beach sand made with a Galaxy S9 over several days. (CC) 2021
Alligator
A LITTLE LESSON IN GETTING A TON OF RELAXATION
A Case of Me
I am all that I can see The one who matters, me, me, me The universe revolves around The point wherever I am found I could drink a case of me And be as happy as can be If only I knew what to do With all the other people who Think they themselves are number one How dare they ruin all my fun
With nods and all respect to Joni Mitchell.
Birds, Early April 2021
Harrier indulged me with some close-up poses in the early AM out near Bolivar Flats. There’s been a pair of them hunting the fields between the highway and the beach.
All photos (CC-BY-SA) 2021, G. Paul Randall. April on the Texas Gulf Coast.
Space to Let
Bricks and windows are forever at odds
and space defies all confines
while the breath, drawing and letting
Marks out all the points in time
where a move came to move
or nothing came to much
The space accommodates all takers:
from receptions, wakes, last suppers
baptisms and sky burials, to yoga classes
teas for two, AA meetings, free associations
sack races, and talent shows
Come as you are and
be as you were, the air here's
been breathed by the likes of you
And knows exactly what to do
Oh Yellow, Little Fellow
It is peak birding season here on the Texas Gulf Coast, so please forgive the excessive posting of bird photos. This Prothonotary Warbler stayed with me for a good 30 minutes giving ample photo ops. At one point it was foraging so close that the telephoto couldn’t focus. You have to see this bird in person to appreciate the intensity of yellow. It is like the archetype of all yellows, uncapturable by photographic means. This is at the Snuffy Smith Memorial Bird Blind (not its real name) hidden away within the Corp Woods Nature Preserve in Galveston, TX.
The shear cruelty of the natural world is on display here as a warbler snags a pair of mating moths.
All photos (CC-BY-SA) 2021, G. Paul Randall
The Last Temptation of Light
At the break of mean sea level Bathed in the lowest of light A stark totem of redemption Warns of a powerful undertow As those who swim well know
Photo: on the Jane Long Memorial Highway, TX 87, Bolivar Peninsula, TX. (CC-BY-SA) 2021, G. Paul Randall
Enemies
The Northern Cardinal
Sees himself in reflection
And attacks
Me, I merely grunt
And keep on shaving
Just relax
