Category: Poetry
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14 Sept: A Dream on Lake Bafa
A Dream on Lake Bafa (a haibun) And it was just a dream (I reminded myself) that flickered like a movie reel, a lady posed with a yellow pet snake, 3 odd sized clowns, a few policemen with oars in hand who stood upright in a row boat, and there was a lisping tenor singing…
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12 Sept: 100 Words and a Crow
100 Words and a Crow “She likes a clean house,” says the woman with blue tint hair, “so she hires a woman. Her husband hires one, too,” and a nervous giggle runs itself through the queue. We’re at the post office, collecting pensions, buying stamps, etc. And I say, “It was my grandmother’s birthday yesterday,…
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10 Sept: RDP Argument
Back Then … A night out for mewas sitting on that batteredwooden bench, the one dedicated to Mrs Bruce Allen,up on the bluff overlooking the bay, and I’d whisper wisheson falling stars, and tuck myselfunder your arm when I shiveredfrom the evening chill, but you only wanted to argue –‘Mondale should’ve won the election.’ And…
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9 September: A Memory
Grandmother Her hair turned a snowy tint,but in her eyes was a lookdawn gives to blue flowers. Today, I’ll have sweet milky teaand rolls with jam and cheese,and I will remember her … Happy birthday, Grandmother.
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8 Sept: for RDP ‘Thumb”
Knots It was the wayshe’d lick her thumb,and pull a knot throughto the end of a thread. It was magical,as if her mouth helda thousand knots under her tongue. And then she’dlook at the permanent groovein her thumbnailengraved by every thread she’d knotted,and she’d sigh a smallharumph soundof mild irritation. Written for RDP “thumb”. Some artwork is…
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8 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O In Moon A Pearl of a Moon I dreamt I heldreigns on the sky,on that pearl of the moonand its back-lit sky. I dreamt nightwas black and white keys,like the feathersin a magpie’s song. And I dreamt musiccame from a faraway staras it slid cold through…
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7 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The Y In Fly A Meadow of Stars Tell me aboutthe atoms that your wings sharewith the windwith the starsand sunand moon,and tell me aboutwhen you fly in wider and widercircles across the sky … are you my speck of lighta meadow of starsin another world. Some artwork…
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6 Sept: 3 Line Thursday
I cast my soul to the aira heron who lands in a salt reed marshand I stare at the rising moon until morning Written for Ink in Thirds (Three Line Thursday) “wait”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not…
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4 Sept: Announcement
Ink in Thirds 100 Words Winner I am delighted to be one or two winners of August’s Ink in Thirds 100 Words feature. The published magazine story may be read at Ink In Thirds 100 Words, and my original post is available to read here. I encourage anyone with an itch to write to join in and…
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3 Sept: dVerse Poets Quadrille 207
A Recipe for Autumn Autumn spins empty stillness.It’s touched by cold moonlight.Spins the sun at the horizon,and fields to prickly stubble.It’s creeping mist.It’s brooding fog.Its leaves lost to trees, and twigs casting intentions.Autumn is shadowless days,and deep bowls of soup. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #207 “spin” (quadrille is 44-words sans title). Some artwork is created…
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