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Nearly There

Sunday Haiku Sunday’s denouement Flatlines the weekend Yet again Poem 26 Friendship We have been friends For years and years We pick up where we left off No matter The space in between No matter the spouse in between   … Continue reading

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Rain so Hard

Rain so hard Soaks the shoots Stones the rocks Pummels the peonies Violates the violets Then stops Like a weary boxer Spent Leaving pools of damp Poem 23 Woodcut by Kawanabe Kyōsai  (1831-1889) titled “White Heron in the Rain” from http://risdmuseum.org/art_design/objects/5115_white_heron_in_the_rain_uchu_sagi?context=9&type=galleries

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Meta I, II and III

Meta I When we dig deeply into thinking, Crack through the shell Burrow into the meat, We reward ourselves. A pat on the back But don’t stop there. Go deeper Up to your armpits, And when you are ready Take … Continue reading

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Garden Fever

When I have spare moments I bike to our local garden store Thick with greenery and Tchotchkes made of brass and glass, Ornaments molded overseas To make your garden festive Like Christmas   And walk aisle after aisle Coveting the … Continue reading

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Wahkon-Tah Haiku

  I pour tea into An orange cup, so petite For Wahkon-Tah, so big #30poemsin3days #poem18

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30 Poems in 30 Days

My weekend poems took shape on the train ride to Seattle and return, and while we soaked up the sunshine in outdoor cafes, I tried to keep up with the 30 poems in 30 days promise. Poem 15 Safe Weekend … Continue reading

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Tastes like home

Sometimes I buy tinned mints For travel or boredom They remind me of youthful years in England Where we would pass by the sweets shop On our way home from the train And pop in for a gander At the … Continue reading

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