August 2009
13 posts
rain haiku
the sound of the rain falling straighter than tree trunks
Adriaan
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Micropoetry in the West: A Brief Survey →
This doesn’t pretend to be comprehensive, but includes a few things that people might not be aware of. I welcome suggestions of other precedents for micropoetry, either in comments here or at the post.
Birds mobbing a hawk: feathers on the pavement a small stain of blood When I return the rain has washed it clean
Kris
in the darkness sounds from the highway acorns falling
K. Brobeck
Isn’t the color of the first wine given a few years of my life
Grant
the crickets find their late summer night rhythym counting counting counting the stars one by one and will not cease until they are done Jack Loftis
The surface was smooth then as it is now and my thumb finds the hollow of the shell my grandfather saw the day I held it up to his window.
Danny Poet
dark clouds haiku
crows strolling dark clouds slide into the past
Adriaan Jacobsz
Crossing campus, I skim my arm along the pit-high hedge, just touching the new growth. “I do that sometimes,” says a man overtaking.
Sherry Chandler (bluegrasspoet)
I am so hungry, I am a bone gnawed by God. There is bread enough to feed the multitudes and seven baskets of broken promises left over.
tinydoctor
moon haiku
one moon on the dark water all alone
Adriaan Jacobsz
Turning off
Turning off the generator the sound of rain
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Turning off the flashlight the summer stars
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Turning off my mind: silence and bird song
Kris Lindbeck
a long afternoon only red wasps visit
oversouled