in autumn, hay bales cast long shadows on close-cropped fields
Autumn Bales [Haiku]
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Flying Fox [Haiku]
a flying fox hangs from a bare tree branch, in broad daylight
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Scintillant Stream [Tanka]
scintillant stream, ever-shifting dance of light: seemingly random, but so seems a music box drum until one knows its tune
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Storied Lands [Sonnet / Idyll]
In mountain meadows, bleating sheep abound, and green grass grows as high as their hunger allows -- about as high as cricket grounds, but I am lost in fantastic wonder. It seems to me this is a storied land, not merely grazing space, but where dragons once flew, and one might see giants, firsthand -- a place that's never known a plow 'r wagons. It's where magic must once have arisen, if ever such a place had existed -- where sparkling streams still burble and glisten whose secret is kept ever tightfisted. If you stumble into this storied realm don't let its siren sight overwhelm.
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Gunsmoke [Free Verse]
the acrid smell of burnt gun-smoke dulls in the mind, but not in the air the brain tires of smelling it, and so it fades, but it has nowhere to go -- not in this violent place of dead & heavy air
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Sunken Cathedral [Haiku]
Mongoose [Haiku]
Plotting Crows [Haiku]
two crows stand on a branch in parallel; the plot is afoot
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Tumbling Blossoms [Haiku]
Iron String [Free Verse]
Emerson said, "Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string." REM said, "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" Will Kenneth's waves propagate down the line? If so, would they add to, or cancel out, the waves of others? That depends on the frequency, Kenneth! I guess that's why Michael Stipe took such an impassioned interest in the question. Is it even a good thing if one's waves add to those of another? Might it not become disharmonious, like a runaway washing machine, shaking violently, parts flying through the air in smooth ballistic arcs only to bounce and clatter in dull discordance. Does one's iron string even need to come into contact with Kenneth's? Might not the wave energy passing through the air stir up a resonance in one's bones? Questions, such as these, haunt me -- not to mention: Who, exactly, is Kenneth?
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