Sunday, 15 May 2011

tanka and micropoetry by gennepher


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curious quality
of
the dream
where all things
are possible

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alive
and
fluttering
the butterfly
within

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the
dream
lives
in the tales
that are told

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only when
she could entertain
a mind picture
then
she could understand

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singing lullabyes
the unknown voice
lulled her to sleep
it
watched over her

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a tear
found
its path
winding
down her cheek

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the words
in my
head
get tired
sometimes

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going
round the clock
the second hand
slices
fragments of time

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the
guilt
of
the refusal
remained

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the
heart
remembers
even though
the roses have faded

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I
miss
our conversations
which were still going
when dawn broke

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with every stitch
she placed
a thought
finally
the hand made doll was ready

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she
was
not seen
so she wondered
if she were the ghost

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with writing
the voices
grew quieter
they
became the stories

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the ghost thinker
who twists
words
from
their original memory

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a
constant
reminder
the past
lurking

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