small brown spider
spinning a silken thread
sways in the breeze
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Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu # 64 Beyond “movement”
A place for poems and pics
small brown spider
spinning a silken thread
sways in the breeze
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Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu # 64 Beyond “movement”
a big coffee pot always
perking on the back burner
pumping out the acidy
odor of fresh coffee
coffee poured into a
thermos – ready for the
night shift
always coffee on the
table at a restaurant
always coffee
the aroma of my childhood
I never liked coffee but
I miss my dad
——
I will not make a buck-
et list
all things I’d like to do
someday
then tick them off
one by one
until my bucket’s
empty and I am left
instead I will drop some-
thing into my bucket
each day
a kind deed, an adventure
with a four year-old,
a trip, a concert, an un-
expected email,
lunch with a friend
oh, I’m sure there will be big
surprises in my bucket too
and when I reach the end
of this life
I will spill out all the
wonders my bucket
holds, smiling in
gratitude for my full bucket
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Just Jot It January – bucket list
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Open Link Night at d’Vers Poets
snow covered
the earth is sleeping
everything
blanketed
under a quilt spread out by
the hand of nature
—–
B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond – snow
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long winter night
favorite book and fine wine
you reading to me
—–
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Carpe Diem #891 – joy of living

shooting stars – Carpe Diem
bright stars racing
across the dark night sky
leave sparkling trails
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CD Special # 190 -A trip along memory lane
Imagination
what breed of dog do I think I would be
if everything changed and I were not me
a shepherd, a collie, of maybe a pug
I hope not ’cause they look like they just ate a bug
maybe a labrador, or an afghan
but never a bloodhound or a newfoundland
I guess I would be a small red dachshund
for I too am compact, built close to the ground
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Just Jot It January – dachshund
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Ancestors glare at me from
behind glass
faces frozen in unnaturally
grim expressions
even babies and dogs
dare not move as
the tramp photographer
sets off the flash that
captures their image
for future generations
to wonder over
—–
Just Jot It January – frozen
Mish and I have been working on a project we would like to call “Collaboration for Peace”. Here is our second creation, combining her photos with my haiku. We hope to spread peace and hope throughout this community of poets.
Who is Mish? You can find her at mishunderstood. We are both members of Artista4Peace.

shore birds gather
along the beach like children
collecting treasures
© candace kubinec

Swan Lake by Derek Finch
How can I reach you
teach you, touch you
You cannot hear me
are not near me,
gone away
You do not see me
believe in me,
trust my words
If I could fly, I would
And so
I will toss my love
into the air
let it’s ripples
find you, bind you
to me
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Flash 55 PLUS!
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