Bedecked - haiku

a bride bedecked

awaits bee consummation

flowering wattle

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A letter in October

BY TED KOOSER

Dawn comes later and later now,   

and I, who only a month ago

could sit with coffee every morning   

watching the light walk down the hill   

to the edge of the pond and place   

a doe there, shyly drinking,

then see the light step out upon   

the water, sowing reflections   

to either side—a garden

of trees that grew as if by magic—

now see no more than my face,   

mirrored by darkness, pale and odd,

startled by time. While I slept,   

night in its thick winter jacket   

bridled the doe with a twist

of wet leaves and led her away,

then brought its black horse with harness   

that creaked like a cricket, and turned

the water garden under. I woke,   

and at the waiting window found   

the curtains open to my open face;   

beyond me, darkness. And I,

who only wished to keep looking out,   

must now keep looking in.

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Wow!!! I mean, awesome!

Solitude and the myth of Daphne

New post - Daphne and Apollo

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Wistful - haiku

the night drapes silence

on trees still agog with the

echoes of birdsong

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Pots of colour - haiku

My tulips have all bloomed and are gorgeous :)

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pots of colour

painted by earth, air, rain

the sun's pleased

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Centrifugal

CENTRIFUGAL

by Douglas S. Jones 

The spider living in the bike seat has finally spun

its own spokes through the wheels.

I have seen it crawl upside down, armored

black and jigging back to the hollow frame,

have felt the stickiness break

as the tire pulls free the stitches of last night's sewing.

We've ridden this bike together for a week now,

two legs in gyre by daylight, and at night,

the eight converting gears into looms, handle bars

into sails. This is how it is to be part of a cycle—

to be always in motion, and to be always

woven to something else.

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a bird dives - haiku

a bird dives

wings scattering light

a worm dies

a worm dies

turns into bird wings flight

earth meets sky

earth meets sky

hurtling through a space field

a pulsing orb

a pulsing orb

that appears and disappears

nothingness

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