March 2009
40 posts
rank upon rank of tiny flames,
blossoming in cradles of leaves,
each flame a hurt or a hope
in someone’s heart
…
by Patricia F. Anderson (originally appeared as a caption to a photo in momentile)
blueheron:
A butterfly lights
On, of all dogs, this one
Anointed spring king
Determined to perch
On the porch, drenched mocking bird
Shivers off spring rain.
Twitterku
In today’s gale Robin proclaims his sovereignty From lower down the tree
Paiku
From TANKA SPLENDOR 2006
With a groan like the breaking of a man’s heart …
Posted by Kris (the start of the fifth tanka)
Twisted Doggerel
in the blackness is a face,
in the blackness is a vase,
in the shadow is an ear
with a curl that some find dear,
and a nose that curls not,
a temple to be rubbed (a lot)
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by Patricia F. Anderson (originally appeared as a caption to a photo in momentile)
klindbeck:
The angel with its flaming sword blocks the gate of paradise but my thorns and thistles with their tiny flowers cannot go unnamed
Falling off the Mountain Collage
i. Do you turn back to your center in sorrow or dance
Do you turn back to your center in sorrow or dance
ii. You can’t push mountains with a broken voice
iii. The only news I’ve had :: is water from the spring
iv. Doesn’t the loneliness of the planet :: ask for my company
v. I can only follow where my soul has gone :: and the fear of going on
vi. I was most happy when I...
Morning Wind
It’s windy. Bare limbs whisk rainy sky. * Birdsong mixed with rushing wind. * The wind in the trees, like a shell held to the ear. * Wind scatters plum blossoms in new grass. oversouled
Long before the sun has its say, the birds have theirs.
oversouled
let us layer sweet-tart joy over hot ice, cupping that little bit of light, curling an edge of shyness for shadow
Patricia F. Anderson (originally appeared as a caption to a photo in momentile)
Splayed red tulip petals, poised at the point of falling- tomorrow they’ll ring the bronze vase like moulted feathers from a risen firebird.
Beth Adams
http://www.cassandrapages.com/
klindbeck:
Where does fear live?
Between the breath and the belly
just south of the heart.
Where does love live?
Pick me a handful of sunlight
and I’ll tell you.
All the walking
I ever walked
Walks with me now
Brian Pike
(with permission)
through cobwebbed glass squirrels, owls, gnomes observe the lawn’s first cut Mark Holloway Posted by permission
why does the moon think
my hardwood floor
is marble?
JS Absher (from Twitter)
i. head resting briefly upon the rock partners in respite
ii. slope-worn the rock rests before its next roll iii. we’ve done this hill together a thousand thousand times his toil to struggle up the hill and mine to clamor down
Jack Loftis Posted with permission by Kris
Cutting through tiredness and worry: a seagull’s clean lines, a distant mourning dove, the wind in the palm trees, the wind on my face.
klindbeck
Ironically, call of “Mommy, Daddy, come!” dooms Sunday morn quickie Momku
The playing field is mudflat
brown with highlights of reflected sky.
A flock of seagulls pules and paddles
in the vast expanse of puddle.
loopy
(Linebreaks are Deb’s doing.)
Hot sparks of the mind -
Small, brief illuminations
Expressed from darkness.
Twitterku
along the wires, birds singing while i try to read sheet music
forgotten works
(posted by permission)
Gray sky. Yellow forsythia. Blue jay.
Oversouled
The full Moon throws startling patches of silver across the dimly lighted kitchen walls as I sip my peppermint tea.
Raqhun
Geese rise, bowling pins in flight
This one is mine. I’ll put it up here before I forget how to log in.
Art object: in the studio we find a 1981 Hayes modem. Hand-soldered yellow-bean capacitors, striped turquoise resistors, 300 baud.
Beth Adams
oversouled:
Before sunrise: feathered clouds against dark sky, like fossils of ancient leaves.
March Snow
(i) weighted with snow the bamboo bends into the road (ii) the clouds grow thin the snow on the beech leaves burns whiter (iii) the only red thing a fire hydrant wearing a white hat (iv) on the tulip tree last year’s flowers blooming again (v) under spring snow the pepper root grows hotter
JS Absher
(from Twitter)
[Note: The cut-leaf toothwort or pepper-root blooms in April and has a...
Biting grass shoots,
A dog in an icy puddle
Tastes spring.
Twitterku
Two Versions
Darkening twilight
A girl walks down the street
dribbling a ball
Kris
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A girl beats a ball
down a black road
Dusk
Peter
http://slowreads.com/
warm front a line of rust where the shovel stood
bluetoque / Full Moon of November
I love hearing the snick of the scissors, watching the small curls collect on the plastic smock.
Rachel Barenblat
There’s white-hot heat, and then there’s winter light: brilliant, crystalline, cold. The icicle-sharp glare of sun on snow.
Lorianne DiSabato
Towers of baklava drip honey, pistachio-crusted cakes sit fat and round behind glass while we debate kibbeh with meat vs kibbeh with greens.
Beth Adams
oversouled:
Just keep asking yourself, “What do I know?” Be very patient. You will sit for a long time. Birds will come and go, but the sky remains.
Today's Doonesbury looks at Twitter →
Titmouse (after Rilke's "Mesange")
Little heart, with us you endure the cold days of the year as life’s tender lantern perched on a tree in tears.
*
Through your thick plumage I see the fire that gives you light. Mine, though veiled by fog, will also outlast the night.
*
Does the snow fear the morning? It crusts over in vain; but we will have joy tomorrow, protected by our flame.
Cell # in dirt:
Called her just before the rain
Washed it all away
Twitterku
Mobile phone. A small, hard bar Of possibilities.
Brian Pike
(UPDATE: See also Brian’s new blog gathering his Twitter haiku, Paiku.)