dusky valley:
only silvery waters
have shape & hue.
Dusky Valley [Haiku]
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River Vision [Free Verse]
in a flat, wide river:
something juts up
from the water --
far in the distance
for an instant,
i startle:
seeing it as an
extended arm...
like that Stevie Smith
poem, but i discover
it's neither waving,
nor drowning, but
merely protruding...
a dead limb
stuck in the river,
drag & pull balanced,
waiting to be
carried away.
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Lanterns [Kyōka]
rows of lanterns —
a jack-o-lantern patch —
lights the temple
on a dark, rainy night;
rain splats on a tin roof.
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DAILY PHOTO: Dr. Bhimrao Ambedkar Samajik Parivartan Gallery
“Mad Song” by William Blake [w/ Audio]
The wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.
Lo! to the vault
Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of night,
Make weep the eyes of day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with tempests play.
Like a fiend in a cloud
With howling woe,
After night I do croud,
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east,
From whence comforts have increas'd;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.
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Churning Seas [Haiku]
DAILY PHOTO: Aasifi Masjid, Lucknow
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Health, food, air, water, love, and thought… that about covers it.
Sure, why not?
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“Granadilla” by Amy Lowell [w/ Audio]
I cut myself upon the thought of you
And yet I come back to it again and again,
A kind of fury makes me want to draw you out
From the dimness of the present
And set you sharply above me in a wheel of roses.
Then, going obviously to inhale their fragrance,
I touch the blade of you and cling upon it,
And only when the blood runs out across my fingers
Am I at all satisfied.
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Stillness [Haiku]
sage sits on stone
until he and the stone
can’t be told apart.
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