a patch of leaves. some: light green and veiny; others: black blobs
Contrast [Haiku]
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Tree of Many Colors [Haiku]
clock vines grow through the peacock flower tree — two blooms: one tree
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Old Stone Wall [Haiku]
old stone wall, now overgrown with moss: live & not alive?
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Bright City [Haiku]
neon signs fire, pulse, and send shimmers of light between the black spaces
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Socratic Method [Clerihew]
Beloved teacher, Socrates won each debate with great ease. The first of his winning suggestions? Ask [don't answer] all the questions.
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The Doldrums [Ruba’i]
Back in the days of wooden sailing ships some unsaid words could never grace the lips: the "calms," or "doldrums," signed apocalypse. Better storm than lull end one's life of trips.
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For Those Seeking Immortality [Rondeau Triolet]
To stretch a life beyond the time of trees be ready for a glacial shift of pace. There'll be no undulation of the seas. To stretch a life beyond the time of trees, the tradeoff is what's quick will pass unseen. So, what say you, Kings of infinite space? To stretch a life beyond the time of trees be ready for a glacial shift of pace.
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Cat Conformity [Senryū]
the cat that conforms to a hollow in the wall won't conform elsewise
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Candle Flicker [Haiku]
in the dim temple, candlelight flickers, and bronze moves
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Emerson’s Wave [Free Verse]
Society is a wave. The wave moves onward, but the water of which it is composed does not.
Ralph waldo emerson, Self-reliance
Is there any angst that we will tumble off a cliff that we should have railed off long ago? -- Nuclear War -- I fear that wave has rolled onward, and we have lost that angst. Do we not fear: blast wave disintegration? fire that turns wet things -- such as ourselves -- into instant ash? clumps of hair in the hands of the neutron-cooked? If we've forgotten to fear such things, we are surely doomed.
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