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#Haiku: Cricket
under the willowsbeneath the rotting debris-male cricket chirping Frank J. Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #153- Cricket Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge No.193 Poets Choice
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#Haiku: Morning Mist
“What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. “I can’t fly!” You’re flying right now. “I’m falling!” Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.” ― George R.R. Martin morning mist silenceblissful peace in the valley-shattered… Continue Reading “#Haiku: Morning Mist”
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Black Feathered Sky
“Love! Love until the night collapses!” ― Pablo Neruda, Machu Picchu Full moon becomes an eternity in a black velvet feathered skyMirrored in your eyes A million brilliant stars pale, white jasmine sweetens fragrant airBlooming in your hair Upon your honeyed lips, my yearning ache to dwell… Continue Reading “Black Feathered Sky”
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As Daylight Wanes
Let’s go to the garden my loveand stroll among fragrant flowersLet’s waste away remaining hoursserenaded by mourning doves on high amidst green leaves above Come sit with me, linger awhileas daylight wanes on sun’s dialI want to gaze upon your facelost in our passionate embracebasking… Continue Reading “As Daylight Wanes”
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Shadows on Garden Walls
“Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.” ― Richard Wilbur, Collected Poems, 1943-2004 Dawn’s glimmer casts dancing shadows on garden wallsrousing song birds from peaceful night’s slumbertaking abrupt wing, they sing to rays of golden lightwelcoming a hopeful morn, as minutes… Continue Reading “Shadows on Garden Walls”
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Unfamiliar Territory
This is unfamiliar territorymaneuvering through Tropic of Canceras beams of intense energypenetrate my tender left breastleaving behind a loss of vigoras my body fights alongside the rayswith a parched scratchy throat anda weakened voice screaming in silent pain But even so on this surreal… Continue Reading “Unfamiliar Territory”
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Three Feathers
“When the owl sings, the night is silent. (Quand le hibou chante, La nuit est silence)” ― Charles de Leusse Three soft feathers lay at my feetshed from a winged one flying highOn cool morning wind they did ridebefore drifting down to the street A… Continue Reading “Three Feathers”
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