looking past paned glass
she contemplates life's meanings;
dreams coming loose in
tangled mysteries, silken webs -
vanishing with fallen snow
Next: anticipating the New Year
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looking past paned glass
she contemplates life's meanings;
dreams coming loose in
tangled mysteries, silken webs -
vanishing with fallen snow
Next: anticipating the New Year
that's beautiful, Susan.
breathing on cold glass
thin fingertips draw half-rounds,
a smile through which
to sweep up the falling year,
opening to hopes pristine
a unseasonably warm and shining day
oooooohkay, I guess it's up to me to continue this thread as usual. where did you go IP?
a chill dismissed on
rigorous wandering roads
perched high, cloistered clouds
nuzzling greening mountaintops
early bees sing buzzjoy.
:p
umm.
an erupting volcano above a small village in Greece.
5-7-7-7-5
The Fire-God speaks anger,
Bitter rage gives way to pain—
Down the slopes his hot tears
Pour, streams of molten lava—
Our village is gone…
A wolf howling on a misty mountain
Pen, 5-7-5-7-7.
And Riesa, sorry but I tried like three times to write on that subject without any luck. Yours was brilliant as usual though.
Has anyone noticed the profusion of poems about warm winter weather lately?
Lost in heavy fog
searching with screams the unknown
wolves cry to the moon.
The glowing orb glimpsed dimly
as clouds sink to lull the wolves.
Beach scenery in winter.
Pen, 5-7-5-7-7. Thank you, IP! I guess the peolpe at Red Owl Magazine who published some of my Tanka, didn't realize the form no more than I. Que sera, sera.
The waves race shoreward,
Splashing onto a lonely beach—
The people are gone.
Home where fires are burning bright,
And warm blankets are waiting…
A Rainforest's animals.
dripping hush, midnight
toucan's screech bend vines aside
as howler monkeys
cry like infants dreaming of
nests of hunting araneae
hey, IP you are too kind. :p
yay, that's good new Pen! Congrats.
an overly confident small dog
Bare your teeth and growl,
But since you are very tiny—
You expect I fear?
Oh, I see what you have done!
You only woke up big brother…
A skunk encounter unexpectedly...
Shouts and rotten scents
speak cataclysm in woods,
nervous lift of tale,
screech and howl by midnight moon
man the worse by nature's smell.
Natural light at play on aluminum.
Scales flash in the sun
As the fish rise up to be fed,
All in little rows
Like little school children
Who have just stopped by to watch…
Bats pouring from a cave at nightfall--
cave purges itself
of flying inhabitants,
black wings dot the night.
showered in moonlight's soft glow,
they give no reason for fear.
next: a child's snowday, no school
Yay! No school! We’ll
Go sledding down the big hill
And build a snowman!
Give me a carrot for his nose,
And a red scarf for his neck!
A Chinese prayer garden...
come to the garden.
it is not mine, but Nature's
own Utopia.
sit quietly and listen...
you may hear your Father's voice.
next: the touch of a lover's lips
crimson subtly spiced,
drops of vanilla mangoes
rush in climbing vines
to free furtive mysteries
and pluck lightning harpsichords
next topic: sunbathing
5-7-5-7-7
sitting quite alone
i don't know what i'm to do
confused about this
attempt to change shades of skin
who invented this idea?
next: lord of the rings