Friday 14 January 2011

tanka and micropoetry by gennepher


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curious quality
of
the dream
where all things
are possible

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"Good day Sir"
he always
said
to
the magpies

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the
dream
lives
in the tales
that are told

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the
butterfly
within
alive
and fluttering

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the road
just
sat there
it didn't take her anywhere
she had to do the walking

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she
entertained
a mind picture
then
she could understand

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the words
in my
head
get tired
sometimes

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the second hand
going
round the clock
slicing
fragments of time

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the
roses
fade
but the heart
remembers

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words
the
lamp
guiding
footsteps

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stones
don't
age
or
wrinkle

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emptiness
stillness
perception
detachment
in perpetuity

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metaphysical
discussions
far
into
the night

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the mist
separated her
from herself
but sometimes
it cleared

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with writing
the voices
grew quieter
they
became the stories

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not
yet
memories
but
something earlier

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the
words
slipped
off the surface
of her mind

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she wanted to read
words
of love
not fear
and worry

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the real
and unreal
slid together
as
one

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she was
about
to say something
but they went back
to the place of unsaid words

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she
settled
quietly
inside
of herself

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I liked
you
better
when
I barely knew you

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I'm
a
mystery
to
me

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