Tag: dVerse
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An Encore of “This #Corona: a Day 10 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #Hay(nu)ku #sonnet”
sunlight … passing clouds and sudden flurries this Good Friday only streaming Stations quarantine living our novam viam crucis folly those people slighting this #Corona this “Mask of the Red Death“
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“still water…” a #tanka (5/5/20)
still water before the gentlest caress of the wind learning accompaniment from listening to silence for dVerse Poets’ Poetics – Solitude (pubtended by Bjorn) The pub is open! Come join us! and Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 176, #Poet’sChoice
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Innocent Amusement: a #Quadrille – #Haibun
He would play with me for hours. Stretch me into all kind of shapes. Twist and turn me one way, then another. When he was done, he’d mold me two-handed, and pour me back into my egg. silly putty so many years since childhood for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday -Lighten up a bit! (pubtended by lillian)…
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Ascension Testament: a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #ultimate #haibun
On the day of my ascension, gratitude! Thank you, mentors and teachers, friends and enemies, mountaintop and desert moments. Thank you, Immanuel, for walking the whole way with me. wind an eagle soars On the day of my ascension, praise! to you, red rocks of Sedona; Grand, Bryce and Zion Canyons; You, Animus, Susquahana and…
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Travel Reminiscence: On ASW ‘19 Travel Notes (7/17/19): a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
Shelter-in-place. Curtailed flights. Masked ambulations. “The New Normal” of “New York Pause,” and its sister terms in other states, confine us to save lives. It’s easy to stir against that confinement. But as the last songbirds vie for their territory with every note, I recall travels this past summer, and again feel free. sights and…
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Duel of the Masters: a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
The questions of how to begin and what to think are matters for one’s own heart to resolve. Of oneself, for oneself – you must be your own teacher. Sen No Rikyu An ever-twilight, midsummer wood, save for the towering, lakeside Pines and the Cherry blossoms. A meadow in the midst of this floral menagerie,…
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Our Folly, Desire: a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #quadrille – #haibun
We don’t know what we want. We ask, don’t receive. Flush our sleeves with vain tears! We receive, and oh, woe! Unintended consequences, our sorrowful song. “Some quality time at home would be nice…” mispent wish … the gift we can’t keep or give away
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Transformation: A Day 9 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo #haibun
windswept leaves suddenly no one walks the street Step further through the encroaching fog if you want to reach the light blue sky the swaying branches still bud
