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 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
My red sun once rose  .  .  .
She set in most mellow fire,
Old flame comes and goes.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Circle strands of life  .  .  .
Ocean sprays bones risen,
  .  .  .  Open conches nest.
From Wikipedia:

" . . . It has since become clear, however, that the uncertainty principle is inherent in the properties of all wave-like systems, and that it arises in quantum mechanics simply due to the matter wave nature of all quantum objects. . . "

Shankha (Sanskrit: शंख Śaṇkha, pronounced [ˈɕəŋkʰə]) is a conch shell which is of ritual and religious importance in both Hinduism and Buddhism. The shankha is the shell of a species of large predatory sea snail, Turbinella pyrum, which lives in the Indian Ocean.

In Hinduism, the shankha is a sacred emblem of the Hindu preserver god Vishnu. It is still used as a trumpet in Hindu ritual, and in the past was used as a war trumpet.

Shankha's significance is traced to the nomadic times of the animists who used the sound emanating from this unique shell to drive away evil demons of whom they were scared.  The same is still believed in Hinduism.  Over the centuries, the shankha was adopted as one of the divine symbols of Hinduism.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Pond lilies basking,
Misty buds of sleepy rain,
  .  .  .  Water envelopes.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Will I ever know—
As insects walk on water,
Bliss, stillness on pond?
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Man ends planet—quick,
Dinos last millions of years,
Birds are dinosaurs.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Exposed kneeling roots,
Graceful boughs of ancient tree,
  .  .  .  Buddha in the sun.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Little dull birdies  .  .  .
Love own songs by mirror pond,
  .  .  .  Graceful swan sails by.


Hello Poetry  .  .  .
Dawn lords with simple vainness,
Watch her crown herself.


Hello Poetry  .  .  .
Day sullies night, bright vanity
  .  .  .  Dawn is a poser.


Hello poetry  .  .  .
Even vain rube's bio drains,
Spews self promotion.


Here is Pantheon  .  .  .
Dabblers, self aggrandizers,
  .  .  .  What a hollow hall.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Peacocks on HP  .  .  .
Are not birds, yet dinosaurs,
Wingless beneath earth.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Whole world rejoices  .  .  .
Loam and leaf dancing today,
  .  .  .  Happy Mother's Day!
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Wild flower fields—
Only smoulder while she flames,
Her yellow sun dress.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
After our row  .  .  .
In the still night clouds bursting,
  .  .  .  Rain spoke for us both.
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