Saturday, 22 February 2014

tanka and micropoetry by gennepher





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in the drawer
she put love
fragranced
english
lavender

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memory
a child
of piano keys
the room
in faded darkness

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trains
echoing away
at sunset
the end of the line
night closes the door
 
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the blind child
learnt the sun
her smiling face
following its path
wild flowers swaying in the meadow

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what was it I dreamt...
you opened
the door
I stepped into the light
of your darkness

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whispering to me
sea and sand
salty dreams
a seashell
in the goldfish bowl
 
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singing
mournful songs
deep waters green
following tides
their blue of you

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each breath
the blue sky
your freedom
among all the skies
you painted

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when I stop the car
the dog looks expectantly
out of the window
eyes searching constantly
these last five years

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her cloak
shimmers
unseen
she walks
among the crowd

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under the hawthorn
the stream
unfolded
a still dark
blue pool

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flowing
through
archways of dreams
she entered
the dimly lit tunnel every night


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all night
I wander
these caves
red sandstone walls
dreaming

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millpond
so still and quiet
soft dawn mists
a kingfisher blue
darts past

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looking down
into the still pool
transparent gauze of my soul
the ripples
over my head
 
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dusty window
curtains tied back
with cords
I pass through
to greyed mists beyond

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no more
than
the skin of my dreams
these gauzed
net curtains

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her eyes
closed and deep
wrinkled
blankets
of night
 
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the dog's ears prick up
looks round bewildered
her face puzzled
follows something
I cannot see

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winter sun
reaches only
on the tree tops
fat tabby cat on a slender branch
sunning herself

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shimmering
pale green mists
entrance to fairy land
nothing there
only a roundabout of modern cars
 
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across the face
of the full moon
two geese
silhouetted
in black calligraphy

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in blue seas of night
moon opens up the clouds
a moonbeam
the road
to fairyland
 
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from pavements
and roofs
a shimmer of mists
golden light reveals
sun's alchemy of souls

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row upon row
every one the same
houses in suburbia
different scenes
through every lit window
 
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upheavals
constant change
never healing
metamorphosis
a different name
 
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stardust
her playmates dancing
in silver edged clouds
a crescent moon
cradles a tiny star

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sweeping
across the sky
indigo cloak of night
pinned
by the evening star

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trees
of
crystal
tinkling
windchimes
 

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sparkling
gems
a jewelled necklace
the frost rimmed
leaf

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slowly
drifting
one by one
raindrops
down the edge of the leaf

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my eyes closed
in my mind
I see a keyboard
an unseen hand
types a poem for me

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ocean of my soul
you come to me
as I sleep
I swim
into depths of you

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tossing and turning
in bed
I open the window for fresh air
even the moon
has gone round the corner

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a winter's day
from my bed
I watch raindrops
racing each other
down the window

***

peacock butterfly
fluttering
in the palm of my hand
tickling sensations
long after it had flown

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translucent
sunlit leaves
parchment thin
I look
at her arms
 
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during the funeral
he slipped his hand in mine
holds it tight
he whispers to me
she was your mother too

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in her dreams
Hansel-and-Gretel like
she left a trail
when morning came she tried to return
but the crumbs had all gone

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fading
away
in her memory
daisies in a pot
sitting on the garden chair

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enfolding
this dark night
a bright white star
carefully she folds with precision
her origami skills

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dreaming a dream
I look around
in empty streets
weeds growing through pavement cracks
even I am not there 

  
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ghost things
at the edge of the mirror
just out of the corner of your sight
turn your head
there is nothing there

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tectonic plates
a movement
within
a family
drifts apart

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memory
the stockpiling of
life's events
this scrapyard of cars
teeters precariously
 
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in the pupil
of the eye
a vortex of dark green
above the pine trees
a crescent moon

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cluttered room..
old fashioned
yellowed light bulb
casts a light
of cares worn away
 
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echoes of her soul
crying in the wind
her doll-like face
ice-blue eyes
not blinking 
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in my dream
I saw you outside a cafe
I walked up to you
an empty table
you had gone

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he slept
on park benches
when he returned from the war
a plastic carrier bag of newspapers
for his blankets

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wandering
the seashore at midnight
the moonchild
in her hands
white echoes of you

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the terraced streets
I left behind as I walked home
each step
I took
time passed more more slowly

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deeper and deeper
our steps in soft sand
my mother's face
grows
darker and darker

5 comments:

  1. these are really beautiful, tender, nice imagery in them.. the second one drew me in.

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    1. Thanks. I appreciate you calling by. The piano keys one is a part of my childhood.

      Jenny x

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    1. Hi. Thank you so much. I appreciate you reading.

      Jenny x

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  3. awesome lines with touch of moonlight!! haiku ,micro poetry, are short & sweet but lingers in the mind for long!! smiles:))

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