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Constance: a #tankaprose
The same icicle-shaped lights hang from the neighbor’s front liter. The same indoor lights adorn our current Christmas tree. And another cold moon arises. The same clouds that brought snow this morning blot out the stars tonight. The same chill in the air sends a shudder through me. And another cold moon rises. The same…
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#SilentSunday (12/8/19)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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A sorrowful Sunset: A #GerryMuse #Tankaprose
I published some of my first haibun at Haibun Today. Ray Rasmussen was a patient taskmaster. His edits brought out the best in my work while excising the worst. I treasure the work he accepted. My sighs at the cessation of their publication continue. I have no idea when they’ll cease. fading rays as a…
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’14 Summer Swansong (part 4): my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
August 29th We pass the peach and apple groves as we make our way across the Boscobel estate. Locate an ideal spot upon which to picnic on which on the great lawn overlooking the Hudson, its nearby estuary, and West Point. Soon, we’re devouring cheddar, goat and dill cheese spread on crackers, wheat thins, and…
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Spirited: A #TankaProse #Quadrille
Get up. I can’t. You can. Get up. I’m too exhausted. Too defeated. You breathe. You live. You’re not defeated. How can I? I fall a thousand times. Then get up a thousand and one. Another breath Somehow, my feet underneath I arise again for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 156, #Poet’sChoice and…
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#SilentSunday (12/1/19)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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Mystery: a Gerry Muse #TankaProse
11/30/2019: Gerry Muse #183 (mystery) Why do you draw closer? Did the fate of your forebearers mean nothing? I offer you only hardship and ruin. Snow covered trails, rockslides, scrambles and switch-backs: Only the insane attempt such ascents. Yes, I know you want to gaze out at the summit. Savor the Vista so few see.…
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A November with Basho, Day 23
Author’s note: I’m afraid that my November with Basho ends today. Unfortunately, due to illness, work demands, and Thanksgiving, I could not keep up. I hope you’ve enjoyed the journey. Sora, suffering from persistent stomach ailments, was forced to return to his relatives in Nagashima in Ise Province. His parting words: sick to the bone…
