the sun is down and the power is out [fade to black] my view becomes naught my thoughts, anything but
In the Dark [Tanka]
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The Metaphorical Path [Tanka]
the trail curves. what's around the bend? i don't know - it's a better metaphor than a route
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A Silence Felt [Tanka]
winter forest; the dead silence makes itself known as a vague feeling of untethered angst
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Condor [Haiku]
the condor soars above the canyon rim; its back glows gold
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Curious Dog [Haiku]
a sun-warmed dog, freshly fed & curious, readies to inspect
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Purposeful Pauper [Free Verse]
a discard pile of lifelines - money & pseudo-money - technologies & redundancies some donated, some burnt, & some left to be found by the willing & the grateful he walked with a cloak, a staff, a satchel, & a bowl he walked until it hurt & kept walking until his prided died then took what was given & lived without what wasn't everything beyond food, water, & air became a burden while finding food, water, space, & the means of cleanliness became the sum of all endeavors the terror-bliss barrier took time to break down, but when it did... how free he was
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Chinese Minotaur [Senryū]
The Temple Yard [Haibun]
At dusk, the temple yard is silent. A twiggy tree twists and leans, shading no one but seemingly stretching toward something unknown. Nothing can be heard, save the buzz of low-flying insects when they get too near. Then someone clangs the brass bell -- just one sharp snap of the bell tongue. But the tone hangs in the night air, piercing something unseen. temple yard at dusk, the silence is broken by the brass bell
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Night Sky [Haibun]
Flipping open the tent flap, I see a vast and glowing night sky. It's not the shabby patch of light points of my sky at home. Here, high in the mountains, far from any city, I can make out bands of color and dazzling webs of luminosity. And I can feel the tininess that past men must have felt, a diminished sense of importance that's hard to come by for a human standing on the Earth, where flags are planted everywhere and grand monuments to our pomposity are packed into dense clusters. mountain sky. the cloudless night glows infinite
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Gutter Chained [Kyōka]
chained to drain grate, a truckable truck averts a Russian nesting doll grand theft auto case
