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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2 comments:

  1. you know what i love that even i can smell lol is the writing is in the flowers lemony yes I just love this ;))) so much it brings back memories of when i was a child just towards evening would smell the lemon tree blossom :) All your poetry here is wonderful & imagery painted in words .:))

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  2. Thank you sweet Beez. I'm glad you could smell the lemony flowers :) Thanks for reading x

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