love the smell
of pencil lead
at early dawn
Category: Writing
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1000
etching verses
on grains of rice
1,000 done– 10,000 left
892
cocktail napkins
wee verses scribbled
in the wee hours
857
a writing pad
my pencilled scrawls
swatted flies
633
tiny, flimsy verse
folded and crimped
origami birds
564
you always rush out
when I recite new haiku
your mother’s still ill?
六十六
411, 412
they can’t get enough
of it all, my poetry
trashmen on their rounds
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sniffs wads of my verse
“Not real haiku, you know”
garbage truck drives on
302/ Green manure
plow it back under
feed the creative soil
next harvest better
145
drops of candle wax
on mats of woven rice straw
footprints of haiku
160/161
poems on the walls
never at a loss for words
in this seaside house
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cottage rooms papered
with poetry– the bedroom
ceiling: Neruda
(Note: above haiku inspired by Dell Clover at http://www.dimscribblesdiary.wordpress.com)
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my pencil burns slow
diminishing with each word
twigs without tinder
5/21/15 fortune
I master haiku
work up to fortune cookies
–then Television!
Tanka 5/14/15
Shop Bards & Beyond!
buy sonnets by the metre
frogs, fireflies, crows
to inspire your tanka
major credit cards taken
Frog 5/11/15
frog asks what I do
I watch the pond all day long
get splashed with words
Resume 5/7/15
using my fingers
I can count five-seven-five
to write wee verses
Scraps 4/27/15
scraps of spring verses
saved for a winter’s moonlight
pen full of glow worms
1 tanka + 3 haiku 4/8/15
Monet did thousands
Of waterlilies- why not
Countless cat haiku
Crafted by me in long hours
Basking in thought and sunlight?
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ghostly plumes along
ridges cloaked in grass and pine
morning fog burning
-0-
roses frantically
rap on windows to escape
the ravaging deer
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spring brings us suitors
queued up the block… Ah, for one
who can talk to me
Addendum to a War
Huck Finn scouted for Sheridan,
Tom Sawyer piloted steamboats
For the South. Neither survived,
Neither is marked by a stone.
They’ll not appear in words again.
Only river smoke and bird song
Recalls what they did as men.
Cat at Work
Every other blue moon
Grumpy, unsociable Grace
Without any warning leaps
On my lap and nuzzles my face
Curls up on the keyboard
With a yawn and a scoff
Falls asleep on top my work
And purrs the deadlines off.
Cat Nap Revue 