the eternal flame
lunges this way and that;
then -- for an instant --
it stands symmetrically:
only one breeze-free beat.
Breeze-Free Beat [Tanka]
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Category Archives: Poetry
“Snow-flakes” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [w/ Audio]
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.
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Spider Hibiscus [Haiku]
spider hibiscus
dangles over the pond;
like an ornate lure.
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“Much Madness is divinest Sense” (620) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]
Much Madness is divinest Sense --
To a discerning Eye --
Much Sense -- the starkest Madness --
'Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail --
Assent -- and you are sane --
Demur -- you're straightway dangerous --
And handled with a Chain --
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Kapok [Haiku]
Low Light [Tanka]
the color blobs
cast onto floor & wall
by stained glass light
are brightest just before
the sun drops out of sight.
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“Gratitude to the Unknown Instructors” by William Butler Yeats [w/ Audio]
What they undertook to do
They brought to pass;
All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass.
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Quiet Valley [Haiku]
a quiet valley,
sheltered from the world:
flowers rivet monks.
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Under a Cloud [Lyric Poem]
To be under a cloud
Is not so sad a thing;
If you can love the rain,
And you can dance and sing.
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Ambiguous Living [Lyric Poem]
I am not now.
I was not then.
That makes it sound
Like I've never been.
But I once was
And will be again,
But who can know
Just where & when?
