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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