Tag: renga
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9PM Moonlight Sonata
Blue Moon the duet singing “On this Harvest Moon…” as one shines over their shoulders As the crowd sways in syncopation with Neil Young’s chords played by this Garrison Duet Blue Moon rising with their harmonies until the last chord fades out
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Mysterium Resurrectionis
as if one breaking dawn makes all the difference perplexed women at the sight of an empty tomb yet blowing in a Sunday morning breeze Cherry tree branches with only the beginning of their blossoms despite the witness of numberless cemetaries a profound hope the ultimate Easter message Life finds a way
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As a Vacation Ends…
after two plantations and a myriad of flowers and stories the longing to come home When even a ninety-minute flight is 89 too long & post-landing taxi a torture it’s time to come home what use is a vacation without returning?
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A Passionate Reconciliation
That day you apologized for ripping me a new one. Saying, “You’re my man,” your arms around me, as I slouched on the couch. The heat of the moment telling me what your heart meant Slowly life seeps into my veins as I shed my hurt an anticipation of a horizontal makeup The heat of…
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Number-essence
one day the temperature dropping from Spring to winter Two times waiting for rain to lighten up Three old guys around a teacher’s room lunch table talking all the shit you can imagine four seasons although who can say five fingers to count off the ways this ends
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Coleridgian Contrast
not the “Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner” No wedding guests to mesmerize, nor grand stories to tell… no Albatross around my neck breaking dawn I’m no bane of goodwill birds, doomed to watch friends die… no grandiose dreams of Elysium living Just another wayfarer on the road to anywhere, soon to seek the way back…
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Veil-Piercing: A Halloween-adjacent Encounter
twilight… how bare treetops pierce the sky along the sidewalk we exchange gifts & news just a hint of a cadaver scent & her translucence a sad smile as she sees that I see one passing wind & she fades the flutter of falling foliage… halloween lights Punam hosts Tuesday Poetics over at dVerse, where…
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Sublime Serenade
leaves turning atop the tallest trees bathed in setting sunlight that canopy yet still calling from within, from beyond “Deeper. Deeper…” past the cross’ shadow to an empty tomb while my skin sandpaper sensationed— this cool air sunlight passing so quickly away
Frank J. Tassone 