Thursday 28 June 2012

haiku, tanka and micropoetry by gennepher



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opening the book
the red poppy lifted itself from white paper
red petals cascading out

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the page empty
a jumble of letters
in a heap at the bottom of the page
thought
scribbles


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the faded diary fell open
old fashioned cursive writing
came alive
carried on
writing...

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softly and gently
unseen on the yellowed pages
came the song

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there were no choices except sideways
the paper unfolded
and refolded again

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in a brown wooden box
the parting gift he gave her
an origami sea shell

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origami stars in glass bowl
caught from a night of wonder
indigo night sky

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doorway into the painting opened
a room of canvas
within canvas
echoes
of paint

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from the spine of the book
copperplate writing spilled out
and wrote on the walls
ledgers
of the past

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whispering
in libraries of the mind
unborn words
waiting
to be written

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morning star sings her prayer
from the songsheet of fading stars
dawn's gentle hour

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sunset
blazing
her last few moments
a crystal dances around the walls
the intensest of blue-greens

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the blank white page
of innocence
now grubby on the corners
thoughts lingering for so long
after the event

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amidst a river of calligraphy
a roaring waterfall
the page blank

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she sung her lullaby
but
no-one heard it
for the music
was never written

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the sketch book
turned its own pages
swiftly
flowing
watercolour brushstrokes

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the bookcase empty
except for old photograph
used as a bookmark
a black and white
irish castle in the mists

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brown luggage label
a bookmark
poignant memory

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Saturday 2 June 2012

micropoetry and haiku by gennepher




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the skull watched and waited

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death waited, he shook his head

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sitting in the same room like bookends,
no book worth reading between them

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the seeds of doubt sown

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the names changed, they whispered back

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trembling into ocean’s depths, spangled stars

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full moon, white bindweed stars

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he grunted in that way of his
pretending
he had never been asleep in the first place

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veils of dreams, each covering the other

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the church roof, fish scales by moonlight

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from the top of the abandoned air raid shelter
the child picked dandelions

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the story went round and round in her mind
until
it became the backdrop of her thoughts

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lost in a place between places

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when age confused him, his tongue meandered

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there is no ending,  just forever

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the music long forgotten began to play, just a whisper

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her imagination, it kept her sane

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all the stories were carried inside of her

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tears kept wanting to leak out of her eyes
one day the child realised
this was sadness

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their names were part of the music

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a unique tapestry, potpourri of ideas 

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out of a forked tree branch, the moon catapults slowly

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memories corked in the bottle, but the scent was too strong

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stars in the night sky, clustered daisies on the lawn

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she was about to say something
but then it went back
to that place of unsaid words

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there was a place
in between places
it was there she found her mind

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she’d hidden the words,
not wanting anyone else to read them

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a piece of paper tossed to and fro by the wind,
origami seagull  falls to the ground

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a flower picked, an untimely fading

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the nearer I come to understanding myself,
the further away I get

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among the wartime graves the child ran
her arms outstretched
as free as a bird

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it never really lets you go, the past

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I  gaze out to sea, seeing what I can not

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for just a moment it entered her heart
then she tied it up with a ribbon
and put it away

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the writing is in the flowers
soft lemony flowers
a note

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no one cared only the tree who wept silently

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she escaped time and time again, but she always escaped

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softly and gently
unseen
comes the song

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the washing blew off the line
found its wings
and flew gracefully away

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inky midnight skies
her cloak of ethereal stars
moon sweeps 'cross the sky

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the sense of loss as magic disappeared, retreating deep within the woods...

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along the sand
your diminishing footsteps
nothing remains

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it was only life she had to live for

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