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dog days
a murdered child's
        spoiled remains
   muddy the reservoir
soiled
the tap water  must be filtered
    for years to come
                in memoriam
13/07/25 original notes
03/08/25 these notes and above version
a murdered child’s remains
spoiled the reservoir one summer
                   we filter our tap water
of the human race ? we mistake our place and
perhaps that's the throttle of our mystery

for what it's worth i am of this earth and the
earth itself has a birth in me
taken from Prompt 1
beautiful morning
    amber filtered . . .
                      with the forest fire smog
it's fine   don't worry
    it's been carried a great distance
                 to reach our city
a slight itchiness to the eyes
a slight betrayal      with breathing being
                                    a little harsh for some
beautiful morning
        teased branches
                       their tinsel shadows
               and a warm rustle
01/08/25version above
NOTES FROM 22/07/25 :
beautiful morning shadows/of teased branches/tinsel shadows/and warm rustle

Haiku version :
an amber morning
teased branches  tinsel shadows
                           a warm rustling
neth jones Jul 30
how does so much blue distance fit
               in this one small room ?
patient expanding their realm        
         exploring a clinical landscape
glacial peace from within
from 26/07/25 c9nr32
neth jones Jul 29
a harmful charm                               
an armed risk to the head
a villainous thing . . . a book                         
i puruse the shelves of Alexandria
i wanna read something mad  loose  and youth
       willing  and ego  and naturally skilled
something that hasn't been                
                                      untaught to behave
i'm in need of a black market guide
         and a really tall ladder
i have a desperate need            
       to trigger a brain reaction
- taken from SHORTS III. original version 11/24
neth jones Jul 18
.
do you feel it ?                                                 
like an empty unhaunted room                    
      with the night fooled
                                 it's curtains drawn ?
like a forrest                                                      
   ­       extinguished of creature sound ?
   do i feel like my child feels                               
                      like when he is sad or neutral
      or pondering the number of his age  (5)
or figuring how to tell us he broke a thing 
or to brag                                                    
      about his new favourite discovery ?

do i feel as nature                                          
                ( for surely that is unavoidable ) ?
or like a forgotten astronaut                            
                           ­                       (later  to be noted in song) ?                     
               whatever i feel                                                             ­   
            it's some kind of exploratory action
that's always the way, isn't it ?                        
                                       ­           a 'goddy' thing

i feel like i'd rather not feel                             
               i know fear explored provides reward    
     but i habitually drivel information                    
    and check in   inflamed   on habit patterns
29/06/25 - earlier version
neth jones Jul 17
berating the fish for breeze / randy on the shore
a casualty of the seaside seas                                
                            ­­     they preach until they bore ;
the gulls and their crustaceans / tide and tale  
but no end of their frustrations                          
                          ­    light up the slick of oil
and bathe the night            
    maddened with acceleration
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