Tag: poetry
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Metanoia
Mardi Gras arrives again. The revelers gather to embrace the excess that precedes the abstinance. There is a time to feast and a time to fast. But there are no parades for us: no thrown beads, no expositions, no chanting crowds of tourists. Our celebration is a simple fried chicken filete dinner with broccoli rabe…
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“morning barking…” a #tanka (3/5/19)
3/5/19: aging morning bark the stiff back after removing snow another remarkable gift of aging #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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My Daily #Haiku (3/5/19)
3/5/19: tempest still wind chimes the tempest-strewn snow clear of the branches #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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This March Madness: a #writephoto #haibun
Sunlight from an unclouded sky radiates the snow-covered lawns of the neighborhood. This winter that gently bleated in its youth roars in its dotage. Nevertheless, the gates of seasonal change stand ajar, as the vernal equinox approaches. Soon the blossoms will unfold. The botanical gardens will yield their bloom. The morning air will echo with…
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“Dripping ice…” a #tanka (3/4/19)
3/4/19: prompt-free dripping ice the wind chime plays on while treetop snow falls and the vernal equinox is seventeen days away #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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“March Morning…” a #haiga (3/4/19)
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My Daily #Haiku (3/4/19)
3/4/19: trough March storm a pig trough filled with snow #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Racehorse Dreams: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
“It was one of his many ‘get rich quick’ schemes,” Mom says. She and Dad bought a racehorse with some thoroughbred blood in it. They hired a trainer and jockey, and rented stables. They planned to train the horse as a pacer for the trot car races: popular at Yonkers Raceway, Monticello and the like.…
