haiku, tanka and micropoetry by gennepher

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dreaming late at night
wandering rooms of my mind
so much needs repairing

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midnight travel
noise of her silence
the moon

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in the speak of words
a resonating

of spiritual eternity

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from the lonely lighthouse
of her mind

a beacon searches

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making wishes upon stars
here I am
looking out of the window

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stars dancing in the sky
a symphony of shades of white
full moon rises

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night's raven wings enfolded

breezes of the mountain

the moon's fullness

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silent moonshadow
above the mountain
I watch your name

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stars gather
moon rises high

standing still I wait

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lighting my path
the moon
shows me the way home

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face of the moon
looking in my window
I turn over in my sleep

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stars of my soul
light the milky way
I see you in my dreams

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I sit on my swing
with my blanket and thermos
waiting for stars
my dog barks
I look up

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the sound of frogs
hibernating
frosty stars

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lapping water in the frog pond
the cat
sips stars

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standing on the seashore
I look up at the inky sky
only the moon

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on the island
a ceiling of stars
I pull my blanket up tighter

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in the water barrel
captive
moon and stars

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winter winds blowing hard
tree branches stretching further and further
catch a falling star

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a falling star
the child
looked everywhere
she stares in wonder
in the water barrel

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stars
softly singing
their songs of childhood

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guiding you
though dark liquid night
a solitary star

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I watch the moon
stealthily peek
in every window in my bungalow
when I peer out
she ducks below the horizon

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the child watched
the moon get up
and sometimes
the moon
never went back to bed

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shivering
in the icy blue night
stars

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swirling through the sky
night wind
scattering stars

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webs of shadows
softly spun
I wander through empty rooms

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outside in the frost
scatterings
of tiny perfect stars

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fragile scents of flowers
secrets
for you and I

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daughter of the sea
your salty tears are done
and skin turns to parchment dry
seven years seven long past
time for your return

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first star of evening
my upturned face
a bat veers past

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the child
dug holes in the sand
empty holes
she watched while they filled
to the brim with sea

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The Sea...haiku, tanka, micropoetry and poetry by gennepher

Words from an ancient ocean filled with memory

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sitting on the sea bed
she clutched a sea shell
hard rippled sand

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a child of nowhere
her heart left beneath the sea
foam on the seashore

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her salty goodbyes
the girl with the sea-green eyes
dark hair flowing in the wind
 

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necklace of shells
kept her memories
from floating away

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cascading between the waves
the song
of the sea

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echoes rippling out
one day you will return home
daughter of the sea

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I don't know you yet
you loved me so much
I dance barefoot on the wet sands

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the sea will lift me
all these years
a mermaid's song

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silently she weeps
beneath the sea
mermaid's tears of sorrow

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whispering in her dreams
the unborn music of her soul
she swam in its deeper depths

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salty silences
of the sea
lyrics of sunken secrets


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standing by water's edge
breeze rippling her cloak
she gazed out to sea

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along the shore
sea shells whispered
she listened

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mistiness of dawn
across aeons of time
the morning we met

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sea-green mistiness
dreaming imagined islands
the reality of you

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in a turbulent sea of blue
words flowing
a fountain pen

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blowing out to sea
on tips of waves
your words
I stand and watch
foam tickles my feet

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words floating
in the ethereal ocean of love
calligraphic script

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I look into the rock pool
your reflection smiled back at me
ghosts of my heart

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an oceanic telling
her silken soul
adrift

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written in the sand
her whispered name long ago
the sea stole it back

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unearthly melody
sea shells dreaming
far deeper within

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lonely depths
sea-green veils
momentarily embracing

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her eyes shimmering
an oceanic world
of sea-green blue

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from over the sea
mists
rolling in
on the island
just you and me

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on the seashore
we watched skies of inky darkness
and dustings of starlight
waves lapped
over our feet

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footsteps
yours and mine
washed away by the tide

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dawn's sea mists
shape shifting
into thoughts of you

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that blue moonlit night
bright
as day
I remember our walk
along the water's edge

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at dawn I see you
white horses foaming
where sea meets the shore
 

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your footsteps in the sand
winter sea
stole them away
a salty tear
rolls down my cheek

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pale pink moon
floating
at sunset
boat of eternity
on the misted horizon

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indigo watercolour painting
she scattered sea salt
whilst wet
snowflake tears
of deep sorrow

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silently the illusion
sea faring mists
faded the island
 

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along the sand
your diminishing footsteps
nothing remains

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inky black sea
full moon's reflection
unfathomable depths

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sorrow
deep sea-green
her eyes

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saltiness lingers
a long way from home
seashells in a glass bowl

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around her neck
a bone carving
of a sea horse

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slowly her mind sank
to that sea bed long ago
water's inner peace

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floating
in the illusion of water
meditation

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there are no words for me
just dawn sea mists
where the island meets the sea

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a cream silk wedding dress
barefoot on the sand
I dance for your unseeing eyes

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she finished the painting
took off her shoes and stepped in
sea foam tickled her toes

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arching towards the sky
frisky foam along water's edge
a white stallion rears

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gossamer horse
racing the seashore
night shimmers

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seashells
singing
songs of forgetfulness
she wandered alone
barefoot on the sand

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white waves
wind whips the foam and touches her back
she turns and sees nothing

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no one there
just a wave
coming and leaving

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in a sea
of nothing
she floated

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In memory of John Winchester

1929-2009

Your love was there always

Now my heart is broken

One day We'll meet again

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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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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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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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haiku, tanka and poetry by gennepher

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even death
does not release
promises made

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black raven
cawing
prayers

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they called him shiftless
but
he was merely shifted

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a black tear
falling from the sky
raven

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old road ends
untrodden path begins
the fool leaps

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

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time
got the better
of her
she always
arrived late

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words

holding you

insect snared in spider's web

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mist separating her
from herself
sometimes it cleared

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the telegram came
vitriol and poison
seared in every word

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the children
two leaves dancing
caught in the breeze

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bereft
lost
searching

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one by one
they faded away
she was heartbroken

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interconnecting links
broken
one by one

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from the beginning
death
arose

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lying in the snow
weeping
black rose

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soul less windows
buildings gazed
unseeingly

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transitory wanderer
homeless
between worlds

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echoing silently
the whisper
died

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holding hands
they kept the shadows
from each other

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utterly still
single crow
on a blackened tree

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the shadow
gone for awhile
waited to come back

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cradling
diamond bright stars
tree  branches

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beautiful flower
seldom lifted her petals
thought she was ugly

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she wondered
where
does thought end?

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flying as one
wing tip to wing tip
two ravens

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stories
getting lost
in the telling

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on the far side  of parting
loneliness
accompanies

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dark  mantle of night
threadbare
pinholes of light

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writing
in the sky
untidy flock of starlings

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