Tag: micro poetry
While everyone is pushing and pushing back the morning fuzz of autumn, grasses bloom in place. Children holding parent’s hands walking to the bus stop Magnolia petals drop to the street.
A pair of hidden coots in the sedge line driven out by raucous fighter jets. Bubbles alive with memory trail upon the lake top.
We whisper into the early morning hour out of respect for the dying night
The thing I love
the thing I love about futballers is that they’ll keep running at and trying to beat an opponent, they rarely give up. It’s amazing how quickly and easily their joy becomes your joy, your joy becomes my joy.
Coolness of this morning’s carpet, a moth flutters by the front door.
There is a cutting truth, the kind of truth that stops the argument in its tracks, there is no wiggling around it —as soon as the truth is seen it cuts through any illusion immediately. Words cutting through illusionmind over mindreality seems ether thin
SevenTwentynineNineteen Fledglings in and out Of baby yew. . . and i’m The only one watching!
#Haikai Challenge #96 (7/27/19): cicada (semi) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Here’s my entry for this weeks #Haikai Challenge: Cicada Cicada husks on siding of my memory -back to school shopping To check out the other entries and add one yourself… https://wp.me/p7XKTn-4cy
Security guard walks by, radioing a description of the weiner dog.
i’ve forgotten the shapes of countries, i can’t recognize the globe; replacing their memory with the feel of wind in my face. —and the ‘gulls no doubt sing atop the marbled ruin of Her return.