workers cross
the silver-gray river;
heads log-laden
River Crossing [Haiku]
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Category Archives: Poetry
Prayer Wheel [Haiku]
the prayer wheels
have all gone still, but for
the last squeaking one
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Horseshoe Bend [Free Verse]
I stand before a horseshoe canyon, and it feels like the world has folded back upon itself. And I sort of like that idea. There's too much emphasis on progress, so maybe we need pockets of regress. Not a full fusion blast of regression. No one's calling for being battered back to the stone age. Maybe, it'd just be nice to escape the clarity of the watercourse way. To be in the kind of place where one has to drop a leaf to know which way the waters flow.
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Rainy Day Waterfall [Tanka]
a rainy day. we pull over the car, and get out to look at the waterfall, up close: what's spray & what's rain?
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Steel Creatures [Free Verse]
servo-whine striding, yet silent in stillness, mechanical creatures roam the plains: pack hunting with skill but without purpose. it's the only thing they know.
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Strange & Alien Sky [Free Verse]
Looking out the car's rear window, I saw a strange and alien sky, and wondered where I was, and whether I was still somewhere that I would - elsewise - recognize, and - if not - whether I could get back, and whether I would want to go back. I saw a strange and alien sky, and did not look to see the ground.
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Autumn Bales [Haiku]
in autumn, hay bales cast long shadows on close-cropped fields
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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.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 