Thursday 26 April 2012

haiku and micropoetry by gennepher




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the hour before dawn
a still point
in a turning world

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library reading rooms
empty at night
enchanted forest

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the child
lived to the tick
of a different clock

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old
sepia photograph
drained of life

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ivy cloaked statues
waiting
patiently

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your foot steps and mine
just my footprints in the sand
your warmth besides me

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so many names, so many layers

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whispering her name, the wind

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she lived
as a ghost
nothing connected

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heard within poetry, silence

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she saw
with different eyes
remembered

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in her cloak of blue
she melted
into the bluebell woods

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globe
of the world
a pencil sharpener inside

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tree  branches
holding stars
up in the sky

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haloes
in the mists
street lamps

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the spitfire
dusty in the museum
yet echoes remained

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night sky
dark blue velvet
quilted with glittering stars

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intrusive moon
all night
peaks through the curtains

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where does thought end, she  wondered

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