the Grass-Yellow finds a place in the dry leaves where its green tint is more ornamental than it is camouflage
Grass Yellow Butterfly [Tanka]
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Category Archives: poem
Nearsighted [Haiku]
across the valley, looms a majestic mountain... if one sees that far
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Orange Lichen [Haiku]
two stupas stand beside a lonely road, adorned by lichen
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Meditation Chamber [Common Meter]
He sat and stilled his weary mind, and his thoughts slowed their flow. Until he was a ceaseless void with nowhere left to go.
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Harvest Mind [Common Meter]
The heavy heads of lolling grain were shifting in the breeze. A harvester did chomp it down, reaping before the freeze. Now we'll stare at the naked field, feeling something 's been lost, seeing nothing but stalk stubble - stiffened and white with frost. What's culled from the harvest mind when all the fields are cleared, and dancing plants of robust grain are newly disappeared?
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Primary Colors [Haiku]
prayer flags hang, in bright primary colors -- dense with unread text
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Cow & Egret [Haiku]
the egret turns as if to spurn its cow, but it'll be back
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Still River [Haiku]
Fleeting Blue [Haiku]
a splotch of blue catches my eye, i look and it flits away
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Poetry on the Cob [Free Verse]
People sometimes tell me they have trouble understanding poetry. That's because they consume it as they would a banana, starting at one end and chomping down to the other. Poetry has to be consumed like corn on the cob. One should start at one end and work down to the other, but then one has to go back to the beginning -- change one's angle of perspective -- and - again - go from one end to the other. I can't emphasize this point about changing one's angle of perspective enough. There is a difference: with corn on the cob, one rotates the corn, but, with poetry, one has to rotate something within the reader. Otherwise, one is just chomping into an empty rut - a track devoid of sustenance. Then, one has to repeat the process until every last morsel has been consumed. That's how one ingests poetry.
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