Saturday 25 December 2010

tanka and micropoetry by gennepher


in her cloak
of
snowdrops
she disappeared effortlessly
back into the snow



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faceted
crystal
branches
sparkling
in the sun

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outside my window
in robes of crimson and green
a bright holly bush
wearing
a crown of frost

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snow
on the pavement
sparkling golden
in soft orange glow
of the streetlamp

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the
white
silence
calmly
covered the land

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frost rimmed leaf
a jewelled
necklace
sparkling
gems

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red berried
hawthorn
hedgerow
cherries
in a cake

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tree trunks
of
crystal
the branches
tinkling wind chimes

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it
came
so quietly
the snow
falling

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the
child
of
the
stars

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 a
point
of light
in
the darkness

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the stars'
tapestry
of light
in the darkness
of night

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indigo curtain
of night
falling gently down
pinned by
evening star

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in moon's
bright
light
snow glittering
twinkling as stars

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interlinking
webs of light
across the night sky
pinned to the darkness
by the stars

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the
silver
nail-polish
twinkled
as moon's fingers moved

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candles
of
the night
each tipped
with a flickering sparkle

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sparkling
dewdrops
of every hue
stars
in the fields of heaven

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origami
unfolded
the dark night
folded
a bright white star

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each
night
the voice sang
her
to sleep

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the
stars
whispered
their
song

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she wrote
a letter
put it under the pillow
he never read it
but carried it forever

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the lullaby
of
wanting
and
peace

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offerings
both spiritual
and material
are
needed

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inconsequential
things
remembered
clear
and detailed

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I open
the doorways
of the heart
and lay
my ghosts to rest

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a
hint
of something
then
it was gone

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tiny
red
rosebuds
framing
the old photograph

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I am
everything
I am
nothing
I am everywhere

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a
christmas
card
the writing
so faded...

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it
can
set us free
just
one dream

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it
is
an
interesting
life

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the invisible bunch of roses
not needing jug
nor water
but they last forever
in the mind

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leaves
of
the forest
pressed
between the book pages

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love
woven
into the fabric
of
you

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memories
triggered
by
unexpected
things

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memories
casting
their
golden
rays

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I
remember
so much
when I
remember you

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came out
of
the everywhere
into
the here

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I remember
a
thousand  things
when I
remember you

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in
my
dreams
the sun
comes out

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his
handwriting
old fashioned
curly
and embellished

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stories
need
words
to keep them
from dying

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a profusion
of
celestial hues
the
sunset

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where grey sky
meets misty moors
no beginning, no end
dreams
of what is yet to be

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layering
the
earth
many
stories

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the
silver
birch tree
lit the way
through the forest

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sun
setting
the
oak tree
watches

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a
sparrow
sings
his
song

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the sun
sinking
into the ground
at the base
of an old oak tree



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the
garden
bare
a bird
drops a seed

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december
the old road
ends
the untrodden one
begins

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