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Grey Gloom Girly gives again
With March having snowed her way in, I’m hopeful that April will find us sooner than later laying her heady little crocus and snow drops with some vibrant green on the land. Grey Gloom Girl, makes...
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PANTOUM for a Full Moon
COFffeeee… aaaah. Here it is, the ending of the month, the full moon dwindles away to find her return in another 28 days or so, the sun rises for the blue sky’s opening, and I ponder the day. The moon...
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EDDIE WISER… playing the fool real good
Eddie Wiser In a small town somebody is always gonna play the Fool Those things start young before you have a chance To be anything but what they tell ya, your gonna be. You slurped up a spaghetti...
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ACROSS THE ROOM WANTING… a cinquain
Day six of napowrimo… Every day they give a prompt. I thought todays was interesting so I’m going to give it a go. It’s a style of poetry call a cinquain. A five stanza poem that goes like this:...
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THE GROCER
day 14 of NaPoWriMO…The invitational prompt today is to write a ‘Persona poem’. That would be writing from another persons perspective. Getting into their mind/body and making observations from their...
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EARTH DAY 2013 … haiku
EARTH DAY… 22cd day of Napowrimo. mother nature Lay your ear to Earth Hear her call rise within you Do her bidding grace Ease into changes Nature has her wily ways She shifts as she must It’s...
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SPRING HAS FOUND HER FACE… a triolet … day 23
23rd day of NaPoWriMo… Today’s invitation/prompt, is to write a ‘triolet’. Yippee, a new form to try. Here is what a triolet is for those of you that can hardly wait, are quivering with unnatural...
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Pantoum… Spring Green Rising.
27TH day of NaPoWriMo. My third year of being a part of poetry month. I love it. I am compelled everyday to sit here and write. I have almost 750 poems written in the last two years. Yippppeee. I...
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ON BEING A TREE
Has any poet not found themselves writing verse around Spring? Well, probably, I can’t really imagine not being pulled into the beauty and wonder of winter austerity turning into lush, vibrant green....
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SPRING NOTICING …. haiku
Yesterdays road trip garage sale-ing and junking. taking the back roads.. What a beautiful spring day. On Macon Rd Silo hales the past Red barns salute to what is Seasons come and go Ecstatic...
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WATERHILL, music to live by
ROOSSPIRITkath Roos Water Hills flow in to the city of trees We are a river of music on this Spring day breeze We are the flood of joy in the dance We are the Brook that babbles We are the Fountain...
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SHE FLIES IN A NEW SKY
She trembled in her broken Chickadee body The expanse of the grass an other worldly terrain Alien to the blue and branch, nest of twigs in green of the high above and mother’s wings in flight. There...
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SUMMER SOLSTICE
Happy Summer Solstice. The longest Day of light and the shortest night. The cycle, the pattern of information that this invites. The way the days expand with sunlight and the night gives way to this...
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it’s every other days these days..
Setting sun on a Blue Moon rising It’s every other day these days when days blend into each other in the other way the mind plays out the way of the dance of age as it weaves a little faster, a little...
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Questions and Questions and Questions in the Divine story of All things.
Do you want to be found? Is it about being lost? being lonely being ‘seen’ being heard feeling love dying alone living alone being touched? Where will we find you? Does God, or Goddess, or Spirit...
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Dease Lake Avalon
We three gather for this year at ‘The Dease’; old friends united forever in heart and kinship. Sharing old joys and heartaches, letting ‘the now’ fills us up with unabashed laughter and gin, good...
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Houghton, Michigan… souvenir… haibun
Enjoying a day of garage sale-ing about town a couple of weeks ago; I filed through this box of old postcards and misc. ephemera. I found this (1903) leather, wood-burned and painted ‘postcard’...
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It’s Already Here
I woke this morning with a low clap of thunder. The sky so dark I thought it was way earlier in the morning than it was. The smell of the rain filling me up. We needed the rain, with all these...
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Morning Season Report….a haibun
So still out there this morning. A very faint breeze lifts the wet leaves. There is the distant sound of crickets with that pulsing hum. A cicada gives a long buzz while it readies itself to split...
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AUTUMN’S CALL
A week has come and gone, with no feeling that time made such a quick departure from days tiding away into the sea of yesterdays. There is no holding on to it, on this sand shore, turning to see the...
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