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Unfit -Haiku

be very thankful
technical difficulties 
found before the flight




 
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Posted by on January 31, 2022 in haiku

 

All Thumbs -Haiku

    
     thumbing off the texts -
     some even break up by them
     a thumbed conclusion




 
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Posted by on January 31, 2022 in Poetry

 

Drool -Haiku

     Maple sugar time
     winter snows fried with flap jacks
     covered in syrup




 
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Posted by on January 31, 2022 in haiku

 

Sowing -Haiku

    Secret rendezvous
    the planting of that winter
    bore fruit in nine months





 
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Posted by on January 31, 2022 in haiku

 

Incoherent -Haiku

    
    The jar is upturned
    peanut butter oozes down
    nothing can be said





 
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Posted by on January 30, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

Float Like

at this point,

the left of now,

to be?


do you see how?


small gossamer wings allow

a grumbling bee

floating free




 
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Posted by on January 30, 2022 in Poetry

 

Eagle Therapy -Haiku

   eagles don't sweat it
   the set of their wings lifts them
   above every storm



 
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Posted by on January 29, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

Stalagmites -Haiku

under the old porch
knobbed ice formations erect
like alien mounds


 
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Posted by on January 28, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

Stalactites -Haiku

Arctic cold and snow
spears of ice grow from the eaves
a broom plinks them down





 
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Posted by on January 27, 2022 in Poetry

 

Suture Lines

A student of art observed
 
the cajones of Picasso, 

the absurdity of Klee. 

Something between the lines, the strokes 

told without words. 

Visual poems could wing to an eagle's nest on Jupiter 

with no birds or planets. 

A search followed 

as without, so within. Sienna browns, washed out golds 

of Conte crayon, and bleeding watercolors. 

A subject proved evasive. The student's paltry skills 

were consistently outstripped by a  snow-capped mountain

or a dusky meadow. 

In the negative spaces of the human form, 

a mocking genius frowned. 

Then one winter day, 

in the basement of a woodland house, 

the student viewed a rat's skull smiling behind a cinder block wall.

 
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Posted by on January 26, 2022 in Poetry