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  • A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-five…#haiku #poetry

     By Underwood & Underwood — Publisher [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons   ‘And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.’—W.B. Yeats   flying white moths another starry night without that wandering girl who caught me when…

  • A #tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-four

    By Miller, James Martin & H.S. Canfield. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons ‘We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘   Smoke in the sky After the last echoes of gunshots and screams only their bloodstains and memories remain   for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats:…

  • A Special #ThrowbackThursday 11/23/17 #haibun on comfort…#haiku #poetry #imaginarygardenswithrealtoads

    Cup of Tea, Cup of Coffee Eighteen years earlier across the pond, a cup of hot Earl Grey tea. Hot bitter-sweetness spreads out from the first sip. Daylight fills the living room through cream curtains. The hum of morning traffic arises from a busy Wigmore Street. Today, at home, a cup of hot Columbian coffee.…

  • A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Three

    ‘…your hair was bound and wound About the stars and moon and sun:’—W.B. Yeats   morning clouds everywhere I see your face since you slipped away your presence a reflection on this rippling water   for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Three

  • A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Two

    ‘I wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge:’ —W.B. Yeats Peter Smyly [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons   windswept lake daylight the only witness to our moans and sighs her passion-spent hand caresses my battle-scarred, tear-stained cheek   for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day…

  • #WaybackWednesday 11/22/2017 … on restless reflections #haibun #haiku #poetry

    Author’s Note: my cousin dies in a motorcycle accident some years ago. This haibun reflects the events of the day after his funeral.   Restless Day After   A Nickelodeon version of Cinderella plays in the family room. Bella, our neighbor’s golden retriever, barks at a passing dog and walker. The pine-scented aroma from our…

  • Transforming Encounters: a #haibun through other eyes #haiku #poetry

    A roar. My rear legs step back. But I’m half out of the brush. Curious. What approaches?   A man. Seated on what makes the thunder. An “ATV,” I’ve heard humans say.   Our eyes meet. I half-step back. He stares, but he comes no closer.   I almost smile. Can he possibly know how…

  • A #Thanksgiving remembered #haibun #haiku #poetry

    Thanksgiving Weekend 2012   Thanksgiving Day, November 22nd Another wave of sickness strikes. I’m on my knees over the master bath toilet. Orange-and-brown bile fills water and stains the porcelain rim, along with the painted walls and freshly-washed tile. Blackness. A slow awakening, questions. How did I get here? Why did I wake up in…