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Month: April 2019
the end of language #5
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the end of language #4
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The End of Language #3
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When the roof falls in
Leaf Clutter
The End Of Language #2
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The End Of Language #1
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Cracks in Philosophy
haiku on spring flowers
In brush strokes
Spring flowers white, yellow
Daffodils
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Spring grows warm
Magnolia trees bloom
Not for long
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Spring flowers
Temporal beauty
One moment
less than ER
haiku on time
time is sliding
down a slippery slope
slipping away
quake
haiku on perception
all things I see
look like paintings through
dirty windows
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quietly
soft rain plays on windows
songs for sleep
between
haiku on birds 2
regal, pompous
purple martins majesty
live in mansions
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run, run away
a honking, snapping terror
the goose is loose
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blue heron
fishes in reflections
one stiff leg
cascade
haiku on birds
flock of pigeons
flying over — blue skies
poop on my head
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feeding time
excited sparrows chirp ’round
flower box
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egg adopted
screech owl hatches wood duck
one family
barely contained madness
drawn canvas
less than still
I stand still,
a statue with blinking eyes,
unable to camouflage myself
against the pursuit of time.
hydraulic
A tree dreams of branches
A TREE DREAMS OF BRANCHES
One broken limb
splintered and
disconnected from its roots
frozen in time
a tree locked in its icy reverie
dreams of branches
becoming whole once more
veins growing outward
with the hope of leaves
only cracks in reality
Springs slow thaw
whissspers
WHISSSPERS
You whisssper in my ear
your palpable smile
some mystery
or a secret that only I am privileged to know,
some master plan,
some wisdom or
some knowledge
or just “I love you.”
The warmth of your breath
softly radiates
entering by hearing
and “hearing by the word of god.”
Familiar as a breeze
rustling the leaves
on a humid Summer’s day
under the shade tree.
These whissspering waves
ripple through my body
steadily quickening
the beat of my heart.
My pulse registers . . . . .
excitement, a cherished connection
words and meaning lost in anticipation
virtue swirls into sweet sin
tingle of unending hope
inspiring passions aplenty
I dream of grabbing you and
holding you closer
than my own skin.
ice reeds
among the rushes
that damn balloon
two more poems featuring the half-deflated balloon from the workplace office.
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I AM WAITING
I am waiting.
Waiting for the light to flicker.
Waiting for the walls to drop.
Waiting for the half-deflated ballon to fall
Waiting for the stale office air to circulate
Waiting for microscopic dust to settle
I’m waiting for your call.
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A half-deflated balloon
from a celebration
long past
drifts listlessly
bobbing and weaving
in the recirculated
air current
Still tethered to
its cubicle
human placeholder
the open cage
where “pets” can roam freely.
practical warning
3 haiku on spring
Feels sooooo good!
First warm day of Spring
Steps lightly
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Shining Bright
Birds sing in mid-flight
Spring sunshine
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Looking clearly
A glass wall separates me
from Spring outside
true colors under the skin
4 haiku on aging
Daily progress
with pain in every step
These “golden years”
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Unable to sit
Unease prevents stillness
My restless legs
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Time goes faster
Losing track of days
One more bare limb
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Once, clarity
of a happy, sad youth –
memory fades
... on being and becoming ... 