as though only that ever
needed to be said
Even before first light
deer graze in the yard
scampering fawn
follows its mother
after dawn
the ruins of paradise from
a denied future
unwilling to be perfect
in our imperfection
blood moon
this endless denial of
the Triune
How will you grasp
“the four corners of his desk“
like a god unchained
severed fingers that once held
the master carpenter’s tools
potter’s field
the fresh-turned earth for
the one that won’t yield
another chance
to unclench the iron grip
upon the wheel
sunrise
the realization
that all die
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These are wonderfully rendered, Frank! 💝👏👏👏 I enjoyed the Haikai twist to the form 🙂 especially like; “another chance to unclench the iron grip upon the wheel.” Thank you so much for writing to the challenge 😀
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Thank you, Sanaa! 🙂
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Kudos, Frank, I only managed two stanzas! I particularly love the early morning image of the deer and her fawn, one that is familiar to me as deer think our garden is their home.
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Thanks, Kim! 🙂 Oh, I relate to that feeling, as our deer are regular squatters!
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Well done wit these lines, Frank!
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Thanks, Merril! 🙂
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I love this, especially the interweaving of the Haikai. The images are special🙏
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Thank you! 🙂
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Gems, all.
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Thank you, Rosemary! 🙂
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Beautifully penned, Frank!
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Thank you, Eugenia! 🙂
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My pleasure!
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Much to think about in this poem. I especially love the fawn scampering after its mother in the dawn. Beautiful.
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Thanks, Sherry! 🙂
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