light fringed cloud
zig-zagged like a lightning bolt
in the autumn sky
Faux Lightning [Haiku]
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Category Archives: Poetry
Faux Tsunami [Haiku]
Quiet Moments of Glorious Perfection [Free Verse]
People pray for blinding, deafening magic. Instead, they should make themselves keen observers of the mundane miracles. Those little magic moments like seeing a baby's smile or crossing over a green ridge to face a snow-capped mountain. Feel these rare moments to their fullest, rather than wishing to be dazzled by grand displays of the supernatural. Those loud miracles will probably never happen, and - if they do - one who hasn't become attuned to hearing the quiet moments of glorious perfection might still miss them.
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Out-of-Body [Free Verse]
I'm floating, or - perhaps - flowing. I can't tell sans gravitational pull. I want to reach for something solid, but I have nothing with which to reach. I want to scream, but I have nothing with which to make sound. So, I'm left to yearn. All I can do is yearn - yearn my ass off - and variations, thereof: -pine, -aspire, -crave, -wish, -etc. The Epicureans believed in soul particles [lighter & finer than body particles] and I wonder whether my soul particles could knock loose a feather precariously balanced on the edge of a dresser?
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Chubby Cardinal [Haiku]
The Keeper’s Conundrum [Common Meter]
Living like a lighthouse keeper - alone beyond nowhere. Out of sight and out of one's mind, beyond the range of prayer. One's loss unnoticed until there's a wreck upon the rocks. Counted on to prevent chaos from out in the boondocks. A world that doesn't want, or know, you begs your best attention, but will forget to give all but its stern reprehension should you fail or should you falter and catastrophe strikes, they will find your long dead body with their pitchforks and their pikes.
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Mountain Mimicry [Haibun]
The cloud mimicked a mountain top, its ridge sun fired to bright white by the rising sun, its shadow side in granite gray, being impenetrable to the sun's rays. Mountains that imposing live a thousand miles away, but that cloud took me there. the morning sun lights up a dense cloud to mimic mountains
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Rooted [Tanka]
roots sprawl, sinuously creeping. what's it like to hold so firm and reach so far?
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Temple of Dawn [Tanka]
Temple of Dawn stands by a river - brown and wide, a river both older and younger than it
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Island [Free Verse]
I've lived on islands - some surrounded by sea, and some not, islands of isolation - cut off and cut out - fringed with nothingness. In the quiet of a cave inside a mountain on that island amid the ocean vast, I found myself both on an island & being an island.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 