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tall lean evergreens
unexpected pinecones fall
cluttered canvas crash

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carpe diem: no 443 ghost rider 4…. i was inspired by Soen Nakagawa ….. yesterday’s early spring day bloomed so lovely. it was a tease of summer warmth, the rush of a strong wind and the brush of evergreen trees in the air…. as I was gardening at a wonderful mad pace…first task of spring clearing out a million pine needles… I kept hearing these strange sounds…looked around nothing but pinecones littering the ground in an interesting array of landing here and there…. and just about that time plop one lands right next to me… looking up I saw all these pinecones waiting to fall…amazing to be here within a small evergreen forest along a river flowing amongst all these pinecones falling one by one…. all I could think of was a blank canvas and paint….woke up this morning… gone, not so much a paintbrush and canvas craving but haiku….

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childhood hopping
from sister to sister
kissing one and then another

leisurely i linger
a little longer to one
tho not so much with another

we wrap around
our secret world
embryonic flowers form
and float away

parading childhood hesitation
a blink of borrowed words
a hiss with spit, a claw’s scratch

i rush to one
i run from one

the turtle crawls
the rabbit runs
the earth rearranges

written wrinkle speak
in between the folds that
form my face so long ago
stirring stories of sprouting sincerity

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we write poems: no 206 which childhood… i read the prompt and thought really??? well, yeah i can write about that… and now im not so sure… it’s funny what your mind thinks and what your heart knows… just one less step than 6 one further one closer….

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Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, Bonnie Beechler

Hanging up curtains
winter weather snow falling
summer’s heat shadow

frosty walk rescue
snowdrift wandering white world
traces of time melt

hearing sounds of spring
awaken the sleepy dawn
tracks of time crisscross

laughter’s monologue
bygone boarder detritus
stowaway stories

flames of consciousness
notice not the waning want
crackling quiet

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magpie no 210, photo: Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler