May 2009
22 posts
He wanted to jam jar one of the frogs that edged the pond but only ever managed to capture circles of grass and drops of splashing water.
DannyPoet
bamboo microHaiku
i - haiku:
the bamboo counts
against the eaves
tap tap-tap tap-tap-tap
ii - microhaiku:
tap
tap tap
tap tap tap
Heavy Blue Ear
This heavy blue ear is so hard to lift to the radio already full to the brim with Dr. Spin. * This heavy blue ear is a marble tureen full of bullet soup. Use this gypsy violin as a ladle blow on it it’s hot. * This heavy blue ear is cracked and porous. Warring fractions of soundbytes leak into my head like pesticides percolate into ground water. * This heavy blue ear. Listen to any more...
back surgery
the weight of wings upon my back
and yet it is they that let me fly
Birds trace sudden shapes in the wind like stones, hurled. The big bus brakes, makes the sound of a tiger’s purr.
a small stone (also here)
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Rainy air
the softest rain blown in and out of sunlight
K. Brobeck
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Rainy air blows in Two grackles are now harassing the cat. Taking a break from being teased she jumps up on my lap
Kris Lindbeck
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Thunder and sunshine It rained off and on all day Lazy wet Sunday
John Hicks
Passing the baton
The pure-white lilac blossoms have rusted, the lupins are building the promise of their green spires.
a small stone (also here)
Summer’s gone – the falling stars we never felt as we lay and smelt thunder though moth-brightened screens, the screens the thunder, gone.
SlowReads
Having hatched alive, This flat snake froze a moment When the wheel rolled down
blueheron
Since the leaves came out, the tree’s shadow no longer resembles a tree.
Via Negativa
Mariposa
mariposa, spread
your lashes, lips, your fine tongue
embrace the long line
hollowed with heat, memories,
opening to erasure
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Inspired by this momentile.
The Museum of Today
the Museum of Today is open hours from dawn to dusk one time only exhibition then closed forever Museum of Tomorrow to open soon
Another morning thunderstorm. How much deeper can this green go?
oversouled
Likely Epitaph (After Li Po)
Here lies John so drunk
He fell from his boat and drowned
Embracing the moon.
- Twitterku
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I leave a coin Atop a fencepost To greet the moon
Paiku
They sat around with their eye burn, tooth rot, laughing up a snarly gum, belonging in not. Drifters who found homes in each other.
DannyPoet
From my son’s typing homework: “Mrs. Jax can call a cab, and Kay can flag a small black van.” What gets better work: my L pinkie or my ear?
SlowReads
the last snow of spring
spring rises
winter fades
snow falls
…from yet another blossom
Duet
Skyscraping white pine swaying in the stiff breeze - ear pressed to the bark I hear its groans, but my cheek transmits a rough comfort.
Beth
I will not cut him down for the stories he holds. He sweats by the gallon and his tears are thick as glue.
tedsimkins
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Line breaks added by me to Ted’s response to Beth’s poem.
Lines for May 1
Flowers along the road
like a morning storm.
Tom Montag
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