in early spring,
the river is twining streams,
and tiny green isles.
Little River [Haiku]
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Sunset Over the Sea [Haiku]
the sun sets,
brightly striping the sea
as clouds are blackened.
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“Good Things” by Qin Guan [w/ Audio]
Spring rains spur roadside flower growth,
and wildflowers creep to the mountain's base.
Hiking deep up the valley along the stream,
I see and hear hundreds of orioles.
Looking skyward, a cloud becomes a dragon or snake,
But then breaks up, giving way to blue sky.
Lying in the forest under hanging vines,
I can't tell north from south.
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Duck Tracks [Haiku]
ducks in a pond
drift through the algae,
their track, self-healing.
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Pristine Blossom [Haiku]
a pristine blossom falls,
tumbling through grime & grit
but still unsoiled.
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“Requiem” by Robert Louis Stevenson [w/ Audio]
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
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Fortuneteller Limerick
There once was a low-budget fortuneteller --
So rock-bottom she worked out of a cellar.
"Life'll be good; life'll be bad!
Someday, you'll lose mom, or dad."
Even playing the odds, her record wasn't stellar.
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Cloud Collision [Haiku]
a bright winter day:
thick clouds, in blue skies,
scrape the mountains.
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My Soul Runs Cold [Lyric Poem]
My soul runs cold, and I
Fear it might be dying.
It rises into the sky --
Horrifyingly flying.
How'd it achieve liftoff,
And race to such a pace?
It started to just drift off...
Now: the cold vacuum of space.
Dare I hope for a snap back
When it reaches tether-end?
Or intergalactic bushwhack,
Stumbling lost with no descent.
Maybe, it'll sprawl on forever
To the universe's edge.
I might not be so clever,
But I'll be a universe full-fledged.
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“I heard a Fly buzz – when I died” (591) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air -
Between the Heaves of Storm -
The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset - when the King
Be witnessed - in the Room -
I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable - and then it was
There interposed a Fly -
With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz -
Between the light - and me -
And then the Windows failed - and then
I could not see to see -
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