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Poem: My Serpentine

geologyedinburgh:

You are a beauty,

My little Serpentine,

Your green scales,

Shine bright,

In the setting sun,

You are my little Olivine,

Hydrated like no other.

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gelana78:

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This actually happened in my geology lab 2 years ago. Two rocks were indistinguishable from each other except in taste, so we had to lick them to differentiate them. Add that to the list of things we absolutely cannot do in 2020…

When geo lab of yore was come

And learnéd us to use our tongues

When diff’rentiating stock,

To pass the test we lyked the rock.

Now covid’s raised its plaguish head

And sent us all with separate dread

To distance learn at home instead

And neither lyk the rock nor bread.

This is great.

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geopsum:

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After taking a road trip across America I set out to record folks from each of the 50 states reading a poem inspired by “America The Beautiful”. That goal was reached on May 25th, 2019 with a submission from the final state of Mississippi. The voices together act as the voice over for this short film.

For more about the project and an interactive version of this video visit: lefty.co/america/

Director and Cinematographer Brandon Roots

Based on the poem “America the Beautiful” by Katharine Lee Bates.

Original Music by Eric Cross

Driving Playlists and Campfires by Matthew Ahl

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neohumanity

…..Sometimes an old heart just needs a new body and a lifeless body just needs a new heart! ❤️

Voice: Yuna (Poor Heart)

This is a highlight from my upcoming aerial short film!

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rhymingtherapy:
“ dreamtime legends
explore a past that defies
the fierce urgency of now,
elegies to a dramatic
landscape, where eroded
cores gradually became
exposed, volcanic eruptions
provoked by hidden faults,
only broken fragments left...

rhymingtherapy:

dreamtime legends
explore a past that defies
the fierce urgency of now,
elegies to a dramatic
landscape, where eroded
cores gradually became
exposed, volcanic eruptions
provoked by hidden faults,
only broken fragments left behind,
epochal witnesses to violent &
unstable power—a testament to
the strength & beauty that remains.

Rhymingtherapy - January 2019 (my photo of Glasshouse Mountains Australia)

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studioshuko:
“ Aragon’s dragon. Aragon region, Spain
By Shuko @studioshuko​
i saw you the other day
dragon of the aragon region
fiery as hell 🔥
fast as lightning⚡️
you told me loudly
you were celebrating
your birth
and were calling all dragons
to...

studioshuko:

Aragon’s dragon. Aragon region, Spain

By Shuko @studioshuko​ 

i saw you the other day
dragon of the aragon region
fiery as hell 🔥
fast as lightning⚡️
you told me loudly
you were celebrating
your birth
and were calling all dragons
to gather around
i could hear you
my old friend, for
dragons hear dragons
▫️
(Train poem 9/17)
Heading west from Barcelona to Bilbao, I got to see some of the vast and beautiful land of Spain. It reminded me of the Badlands in South Dakota, USA. I thought I saw a fiery dragon somewhere in the region of Aragon. 

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Kolsay National Park is located in Kazakhstan on a border with Kyrgyzstan and is 300 km away from Almaty. We went on a 3-day trip and this is what I captured when I was either taking pauses from hiking or wasn’t too lazy to take out my camera from the bag.

Walt Whitman “Miracles” by Tom O'Bedlam
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qh_Q2oC9cMQ&t=36s

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I found this a very nicely done video. “An ode to the women of the mountains.”

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jordanison:

One long shadow of dusk.
But we also,
on the move.
A spring shadow,
sent from
the southern arcing sun.
Cool, even cold.
But warmth lingers,
long across the sky.
Delicate balance,
moments of wanting,
hanging on moments.
Falling backward,
falling on our our own
bodies.
Tension —
always the tension,
But particularly now.

Is it ever really about the spring,

or it’s long shadows?