Tag: simple pleasures
group name: darkerendskies
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July 25, 2008 08:21 AM EDT --
Boatman, How far?
Like a distant dream, the boat alight with
its dim lamps quivering by the winds of
mid river, is threading a golden hem by the bank. “How far?”
“How far will you go, boatman?” . . .
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August 09, 2008 08:19 AM EDT --
A call from an immigrant
The crisscross of rain draws meaningless things
and erases them in the next moment
on the old glass of the pristine cafe.
Tan skin of his fiongers
play with the . . .
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September 15, 2008 08:01 AM EDT --
Two lesbian worms
(To Aeleen whose informative article inspired this)
The callings from the cloud have brought them out.
An undefined joy prevail senses and cautions.
Monsoon . . .
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May 28, 2008 02:18 AM EDT --
X-marked spot
The yellow tape, taut and rigid, cordons the place.
Hush has a sound of it and is colored in gray.
Crows and curious men flocking to peep in,
Face the dark smell . . .
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September 17, 2008 11:12 PM EDT --
A pale pink flower
A pale pink flower is all that he can dare.
"Mon amie," he will say. And then he will give it.
His old ‘dad' has told him a few "man to man" . . .
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June 16, 2008 11:20 AM EDT --
To the quake victims
The tail of the red toy truck can be seen.
If there is any pair of innocent hands
to play with the toy, there is no mind.
Or body.
He holds her quite . . .
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July 23, 2008 10:04 AM EDT --
SNOW
The molested bodies of the chickens,
The cut on the face of the wire-fence,
The white shadow of the snow,
Without any reflection of the criminal,
Or criminals… thinks the farmer.
Innocent . . .
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July 27, 2008 04:25 AM EDT --
Singing in the rain
The song. Ah, cloud! You have touched the
crescendo again. With a sense
of vague irritation I find
the pebbles on the left side of
my chest is suddenly melting. . . .
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July 28, 2008 09:15 AM EDT --
Mystic Forest _1
A smell that we cannot sense
in our city orb
creeps in, green flag of it flies,
wins over our heart.
“what will be available
for dinner this night?”
“Wild chickens . . .
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August 05, 2008 09:44 AM EDT --
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Pa! Will you bring a gun for me?
He feels a shiver but smiles all the same.
A gun in a childish dream is not what
it makes him think. Or is it some inner
. . .
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August 08, 2008 08:33 AM EDT --
Boat on a pastel sea
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A pastel sea of straight waves, of waves that can be
controlled. The tiny boat drawn with four lines dares.
Its proud . . .
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August 11, 2008 08:40 AM EDT --
words from Exile (mystic forest-3)
The poet has no place in your kingdom.
I have left the state. Long walks in a trance
have brought me to a forest, a forest
named exclusion. Since then, . . .
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September 21, 2008 05:26 AM EDT --
Perchance to dream
(To Karl Klein and Hamlet)
"Is it earth, any perchance?"
"Have a sit."
As if I have been welcoming
extraterrestrials all along. . . .
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September 24, 2008 09:05 AM EDT --
Autumn number
A tilted road meanders through
the yards of autumn. Perfect
maples burn with desire
to be admired. You can
stand here for a lift that
you really . . .
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September 28, 2008 12:19 AM EDT --
Xpression week 5 Challange
Waiting: a tale
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Rain is a stranger here.
A few drops, desultory
and lost fall to be soaked by
arid earth. Mottles of dust
rise. A . . .
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October 08, 2008 12:04 AM EDT --
To Harris
(it all mixes and blends in flash backs,- present and past)
Three minutes to five. The clock ticks.
It can not smile. Though human does.
The grand daughter prepares for . . .
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October 16, 2008 07:10 AM EDT --
Carving s on an ancient cave
A feather is amid a spinning fall.
Sky wears blue kimono for the occasion.
She touches the carvings
he had made
three thousand years ago,
for her. . . .
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October 16, 2008 11:59 PM EDT --
Sweater
(To Alison H. and her sweaters)
Fog is engulfing some
and then emitting some
of her image. A sweater.
Coming close you can see
the patterns, the . . .
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October 18, 2008 11:10 AM EDT --
Words of a lost soul
Once I have whispered "yes",
you know how much hard it is
to say that again.
I close my eyes
to strangle the pain.
Impotent tries . . .
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May 11, 2008 04:09 AM EDT --
1 Saturday road
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Busy to get back.
Ask them" whereto?"
They will only look at their feet.
2 A Sunday road
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