Thursday, 10 July 2014

micropoetry, haiku, tanka and poetry by gennepher


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seashells
in this blue of sky
a ghostly dragon roars

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slipping through fingers
these grains of sand
faster and faster
the hour glass
empties

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my last goodbyes
as the sun sets
behind little eye

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in the distance
the fading
of you

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time 
passes 
s i l e n t l y

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sorrow...
why does it
come to sit on my bed...

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the night unfurled
a feather
black

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in the small
of my back
you wrote me a story....

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I could not name you
I dare not name you
in case
you
left my side

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in the dark
these tears
diamonds
under
the moon

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a double whiskey
a second
and then more...
she danced
off her grief

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meadow flowers
the grass tall
by the oak tree
a simple wooden cross
"ellie"

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a book
in my possession
the inscription
a betrayal
of who I am

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you photographed me
time and time
again
those black&white
photographs

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the light streams
in through the door
three silhouettes
I step
outside my coffin

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dressed in white
carrying a cornstalk
the little girl
intently she walks
through the cornfield

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on the edge
of cold
a subtleness

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a reason why
struggles on the edge of
I don't know why

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war-time
sheets of music
in the piano stool
the deaf child
put her feet on both pedals
she played the piano keys

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childhood's
long grass
cowboys and indians

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the years in between
when were they kind?

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netted
from the sea of sky
this golden ball

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patterns
swinging
in the trees
spirits
of farewells

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shadows
of this blue light
those unreal years

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shadows of children
these lanterns from forests
wraiths of farewells

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spirits of farewells
their sea shelled blue 
night
dancing
in shadows of children

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focusing
my lens
the hand of my eye

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sleeping the stars
a gentle
fall of rain

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waterfall green
flowing from your eyes
those mossy rocks

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green mists
while you sat on a rock
the pool so still

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tumbling
into waters deep
green mists of her breath

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fluttering
the branches of my head
wings of an owl

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made from
rainbows dancing
on the sea
my name
I will never know

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born
of the homeless wave
in waters green
her plaintive song
this darkness deep

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walking
the shore line
at midnight
an infinity
of star shells

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candle
a lighthouse beam
this night
of soft
goodbyes

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catching
the songs
as they escaped
she locked them
in her purse


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tones
of sepia
hidden away
this locked room
of my mind

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in
the hallucination
of these stars
your
face

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you smiled
and in my dreams
I saw you

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hanging
in the air
our echoes
of future
goodbyes

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independence
of my life
I stumble
the tide
comes in

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waiting
for the tide to come in
a bucket and spade

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solitude
of days
she moves
the calendar
into tomorrow

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an instant
locked away
forever
this season
of goodbyes

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tomorrow
is only
another day
the nightingale
sings

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love
in this lifetime
our
moss covered
initials

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this paved path
of gravestones
I take care
not to tread
on the words

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every day
this caged blue songbird
singing so prettily
one day
its clockwork broke down

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black & white
this freedom
of illusion
inside the box
concentric circles

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a measuring tape
of words
doomed to fail
leaping away
from deduction

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doomed to fail
a measuring tape
of words
leaping away
from deduction

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false trail
of words
you laid
these mists
on quicksands of hope

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your words
these studious ants
carrying them away
one
by one


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beneath
these evergreens
cold shadows
plantations
of tidy diagonal rows

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over chalk hills
of Kent
the Pilgrim's Way
wending its way
through dark pine needles

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morning
moonlight's
secret
garden
so still

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sky
so blue
all day
this weather vane
perfectly still

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sitting
in the soft green light of the church
she watched the pews fill up
then one by one
they all faded away

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tummyache
I threw the rest of the mince pies
on the garage roof
one two three four five ravens
a mince pie each flew back to the woods

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five ravens
a mince pie each
fly back home

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his hooded eyes
sins of the past
hiding

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carved in stone
her countenance cries
inwardly

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silence forever
her eyes
accuse

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graffiti of silence
these ghosts
of concrete

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golden curls
framing
loneliness

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loneliness
this heart
of stone

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all the words
imprisoned
within

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green ferns
this silent rain
drip drip drip

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drip
drip
drip

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through the archway
I catch a glimpse...
is it you?

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raining
incessantly
all day
this well
of tears

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her shawl
gossamer light
she shines
looks at me
then floats away

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blank
canvases
in the garage
your paintings
unfinished

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summer
I wear
winter gloves
the steering wheel
burning my hands

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early morning
the garden swing
swinging

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mists of time
this soft green glade
whispering

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floating
down the river
her thoughts
never
to be seen again

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in the mirror
your shadow
my outline

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his fingers
tracing
all the words
he holds
within

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haloed
by the light of the moon
wind echoes

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a little
ballerina's
dance of life
within
this music box

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outside the box
looking in
I do not understand

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pausing
in the garden
the music stopped

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singing
songs of the sea
water fairies
the child on the sand
listens with her silent ears

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here
this summer
we met
angel wings
enfold me

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your arms
enfolding me
I disappear
no shadow
on the path

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ever so gently
you held my head
kissing me
you enfold me
forever

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everything
and nothingness
this vast space
a sense
of completeness

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beyond
the broken cage
a brief life
the songbird
flies free

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the water nymph
weaving
her magic
this deceptive
sheet of glass

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weeping willow
her long forgotten mists
this brief moment
fading
sepia

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this stillness of blue
a dragonfly
arches her back

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soaring
flying high
to the light
wildly fluttering
a moth falls

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these ties
that bind
one day must loosen
to find your freedom
you fly away
yet it is I that must stay

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laughing
you ask me
if I want
the bad news first
or the good news
I smile at you
knowing 
the answer

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pacing
from room
to room
waiting
for tomorrow

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happiness
to sadness
then joy
once again
this bittersweetness

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secrets
in bewildered eyes
locked
away
so deep inside

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I turned away
turned back again
you had gone
I held you within
until we met again

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silent ghosts
orbs of night’s sleep
lighting the way
no-one arrives
no-one leaves

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early dawn
between worlds
time
this distance
closing in

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night
so quiet
these ghosts of trees
walking
my way home

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these trickles
of time
sand
between
her toes

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calling
her name
the waves
whisper
into silent ears

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mellowing
of time
my thoughts
this knowing
of you

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this
wonderful place
the universe
a mystery
of coincidences

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this summer
on the mountain top
as the universe expanded
a melding
into oneness

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this summer
the sky was blue
two seagulls

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this summer
on the mountain top
earth and sky are one

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unfolding
petal by petal
this secret life

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looking up
at this deep blue sky
I smile

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blue
skies
this warmth
inside
of me

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eyes
so deep
this universe
the stars we fly
in orbs of light

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the story keeps rewriting itself

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drystone walls
gates with chains
keeping residents within
these staggering
gravestones

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a reason
to go away
this dark burden
held
within

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this
voyage
your silence
I watch
and I wait

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a place
where others
buried
these photos
always of water

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the butterfly
weary of flowers
a melancholy
this cocooned
silence

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dreaming
the sleeper awakes
just in time
to see those dreams
disappearing round the corner

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these
arms of mine
so tired
weightless
I fly

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a
white feather
falling
I hold
your hand

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