Shrouded Shore: The Many Musings of Thom Singleton

A pen can sing? A brush see? A sculpture dance? A violin weep? A drum talk? A forest roar? A wind whisper? A ripple laugh? A moon wink? A sun blink? A sky cry? Of course, says the poet.

The boaters float on placid lake water Illuminated by moon rise through a clouded sky A heavenly portal in a watery dreamscape A scene of peace and meditation

  Pareidolia in the Curtains Pareidolia, seeing things that aren’t In the trees, in the clouds, even in the curtains Faces human, animal, or otherwise  This morning, a man in a top hat  In the light cast by the sun And the shadow by the trees Also a racoon, a bear, faces small and large, Comical and fierce A curtain populated by figures in light and shadow

  Legos “Lego” used to be said, while two boys were wrestling around, as in “Le’go of me!” Now it’s Legos, an ingenious, plastic construction system of small parts able to be joined together that youthful builders hope won’t “le’go.” It is a fun endeavor for my grandsons, aged 5 and 8. The boys fill whole tabletops with Legos, and piece together forms. human and otherwise, as well as all manner of vehicles and buildings. It’s fun for them, and, I admit, for this grandpa, too. 

  What My Brother Taught Me To bridge the fear of difference with love To respect differences To give empathy To persevere despite challenges To make peace To know that home is where the heart is

  Mid-Summer Days A baby rabbit gets bigger, eating the blossoms off the clover. Lazy, nebulous clouds drift slowly overhead. The huge cottonwood flickers its leaves in the breeze. The waterfall in our tiny pond does its best impression of Niagara Falls. Grass grows and grows, so gleaming the green. Hummingbirds do their helicopter impression at the sugar feeder. A pair of fawns frolic at the edge of the wood, leaving concern for danger to their mom. Robins commandeer the jelly feeder, though an oriole gets in a quick peck. Millet plants grow quickly and thickly, sprouted from seeds dropped by the winged diners. Birds of all types splash in the bird bath to cool off and preen their feathers. A hawk appears in the sky high above our tallest spruce, circling in a heightening gyre. Clouds, hoping to prove the weather forecaster’s rain prediction, start to appear in the west. The baby rabbit continues its quest to ingest every white clover blossom in our meadow. This writer better put ...