tanka and micropoetry by gennepher

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he escaped
through
lies
one rung on the ladder
missing

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the locket
on a chain
round her neck
her dead son
always staring at you

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the stories
that
got lost
in
the telling

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on
the far side
of parting
the accompanying
loneliness

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kettle boiling
window
steamed up
the world outside
could be anything

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the secret
she
did not know
was always
around her

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it was on her mind
as she awoke
but she lost it
another poem
bites the dust

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stretching
out her hand
that dark night
she reached
the stars

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freedom
from
one's
own
self

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she
had
a problematical relationship
with
spelling

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the necklace
faceted
deep green emeralds
her pale
white skin

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caught
in his
blindness
he
did not see

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the face
half
hidden
photograph
torn

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there
would be
no one
to
know

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she
always
remembered
with different eyes
she realised the truth

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memories
casting
their
golden
rays

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the
past
holds secrets
every now and then
it lets go of one

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the voice
seductive
inside the head
yet
so far away

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the
bird
escaped
the
photograph

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a long time ago
a house
all white
I wandered
from room to room

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to
wipe
the slate clean
he inhabited
a different world

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your
mixed up
bag
of
character traits

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the tab key
taking her
to the next box
if only she could search
through her mind in this way

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she looked
at the delete key
on the keyboard
and wondered
if she could delete herself

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