Afghan Reflections by Terry Douglas

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for my thoughts on my time spent there.

How Quiet

Posted on Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

How Quiet
Six osprey dance on thermals
Three hundred feet above;
In circles they glide whisper-low,
Then rapidly speed upward
Against an ice-blue canvas.
Flat clouds texture-rough
Drift south like waffles
Browning golden
On the rising sun.
How quiet.

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Melancholy

Posted on Monday, December 1st, 2008

Melancholy
Melancholy tends to snag the past
As we surf cast in stormy seas; [...]

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After A Deep Rain

Posted on Friday, November 21st, 2008

After A Deep Rain
A Great Blue Heron
Looked at me this morning;
It stood upon a piling
Just after a deep rain.
He gazed as I do
When time is not urgent;
Still – shifting its weight,
Yawning a wide beak,
And then [...]

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Creativity

Posted on Thursday, October 30th, 2008

I wrote this poem as I contemplated change.
Creativity
There’s drone out there
Squelching imagination,
New directions,
Paths emerging –
Monotone dull that’s it,
Lacking inflection
Smothering passion;
Mandating repetition
In past illusions
Of colorless routine.
It’s time to stir awake
This sleeping soul
Who now limits excitement
To painted [...]

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Creativity

Posted on Thursday, October 30th, 2008

At the risk of sounding like a revolutionary, consider how you relate to creativity, especially as it concerns the authentic self that resides within.
Creativity
There’s drone out there
Squelching imagination,
New directions,
Paths emerging –
Monotone dull that’s it,
Lacking inflection
Smothering [...]

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Yet to Pass

Posted on Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

The following poem I composed as I reflected on my life in India thirty-five years ago.
Yet to Pass
Years past I smoked
Madrasi cigars
Hand rolled by
Brown-skinned girls;
From tall dark bottles
With residue settling
Drank beer brewed by
A mischievous Jesuit;
Reclined [...]

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There is a Time to Pray

Posted on Saturday, October 18th, 2008

There is a Time to Pray
Indeed there are times
When fire-burn sunrise
Turns gray even dark at dawn,
When wave sounds rush thick,
And ponderous are thoughts
Of past and future feints
That linger upon the heart;
This is a time for [...]

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Decoys

Posted on Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008

In Starbucks the other morning, I wondered about poetry and its impact on me — and perhaps you as well.
Decoys
Writing poetry is
Like carving decoys
From sun-bleached wood
That invite you rushing
Overhead to pause,
Be still on clear water,
Listen [...]

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Yet to Pass

Posted on Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

I was thinking about India the other day and this poem is the result of that reflection.
Yet to Pass
Years past I smoked
Madrasi cigars
Hand-rolled by
Brown-skinned girls;
From tall dark bottles
With residue settling
Drank beer brewed by
A mischievous Jesuit;
Reclined [...]

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Intuition

Posted on Friday, September 5th, 2008

Observing a Sandpiper on a desolate beach inspired these words –
“Intuition”
How does a Sandpiper
Calculate wave speed – depth
As it scrounges food,
Pursues retreating crabs
On still wet sand?
Are its eyes fixed back?
Do tail sensors catch sound,
Vibrations – [...]

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