Trekking down to the compost bin in the pre-winter landscape I encounter tiny branches of thyme and lavender—remaining where all else has withered. I bow, remember this summer, the succession of wildflowers, such joy!

passion here
days before snowfall
sweet-scented stems

©2017 Ontheland


In response to post of Chèvrefeuille:  Carpe Diem #1317 wherever your heart is.



How would we
reshape this
“sorry scheme of things?”

Five flies lie dead on a sill
fifty birds chatter on a wire
eight skeletons wash ashore

Cats fight, spill blood
wash, groom, share body heat
brothers by fate

Faults and perfections
love, fate, cruelty

©2017 Ontheland

The quoted words are from Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward FitzGerald:

Ah Love ! could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits – and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire !

This quatrain, from Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, is featured by Carpe Diem #1315 Scheme of Things.




Buyer’s hell
glossy enticements
‘not offered
at this store’
or only in rare cases
depends who you ask

Call Support
uninformed nice staff
will help you
they listen—
if they don’t seem in the loop
check back in ten days


©2017 Ontheland

These shadorma offer a small slice of the buyer’s hell I endured recently with a major corporation. In the end I felt sorry, not only for myself but for the employees who had to talk about arrangements, products and company marketing they knew little about. The lack of communication between company staff and local store was astounding.

Round Midnight

still awake in

transistor crackle

round midnight




hopscotch fingers


soul heartbeat talk

night owl walk

sliding sounds

sad and bright



narration bending



At dVerse Poets Pub Amaya Engleking invites us to explore jazz poetry.  While writing I listened to several performances of Thelonious Monk and others performing Round Midnight…only two of these are here…