drums beat
in imitation of
shaman’s heart
Ode to a Dove (of Peace)
oh gentle dove
who mourns all day
can i not whisk
your cares away
with water fresh
and bits of grain
a sturdy box
for when it rains
what saddens you
what grieves you so
in sun and shade
through wind and snow
whisper to me
the secret kept
by doves like you
who mourned and wept
Vanishing Memories
memories fall from her
family tree scattered
by a cruel wind
she tries to catch them
with outstretched
arms, to rake them into
a pile so she can jump in
to scoop them into a basket
and save them to fertilize
her failing brain
they tease her, swirling
around like smoke then
flying away beyond her grasp
she picks up the ones that
fall at her feet but they are
dry and crumbly dissolving
into dust in her frail fingers
shepherd haiku
gentle sheep
graze safely on the mountain
faithful shepherd
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mistake – PAD day9
it was no mistake
earth, moon, and sun aligned
lunar eclipse
morning tea
morning tea
tender leaves steeping
steam rises
steam haiku
“simmer” PAD Day 7
simmering gray clouds
turn black then bubble over
afternoon shower
watching us
the cat sits
with eyes half open
watching as
humans do
tricks just for her amusement
then bored, falls asleep
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Day 6 of Poetic Asides PAD has us writing about being watched
Rise and Shine(on)
feeling jam(b)- led
in my jam –
mies waiting for
the sun to rise
& shine on (harvest
moon)
hum(ming) tunies in
my bed(head) till the tick-
tock sings a-
long song and my toot-
toot, tootsies hit the floor
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ok, for some reason I felt compelled to try another enjambment
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