Thursday, October 31, 2019

Curtains


Curtains

Branches, filled with gold,
bend to create curtains
that dangle above the water.
Soon, they will be empty,
but I will hang on to
the memory of
 watching them glow.

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Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Choppy Water


Choppy Water

When the water is choppy,
I look for a sign of peace.
A glimpse of natural beauty
steadies me even though
the boat is still rocking.

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Thursday, October 24, 2019

Endless Clouds


Endless Clouds

Some days, the
clouds seem endless,
all white and fluffy, too.
They draw my attention
away from the spots of blue.


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Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Branches Wave


Branches Wave

Branches wave
and show off
new colors.

Through the days,
branches wave
and leaves fall.

Despite their
emptiness,
branches wave.

This poem is a viator.

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Thursday, October 10, 2019

Winter Thaw


Winter Thaw

The warmth feels good.
The duck could tell
it should beware.
Must take care. Stop
somewhere that the ice is firm or drop.

This is a Burmese form called ya-du.  My next post will be October 22.


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Tuesday, October 8, 2019

October


October

I see the blooms.
It could be June.
Instead, the first
string of fall
temperatures arrive.
Numbers we haven't seen
since before the phlox
started to bloom,
since before this year
had a June.
Now, there is a chill again.
We and the flowers have
fallen into October.


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Thursday, October 3, 2019

Dried Flowers


Dried Flowers

The flowers, once soft, are brittle.
The pinks and greens have turned brown.
The graceful movements have become stiff.
During winter, the birds still stop by
to seek nourishment.

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Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Stand Tall


Stand Tall

There is beauty in the stillness.
It does not come from listlessness,
but, rather, from the effort to stand tall.

This is a Bengali form called tripadi.

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