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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