carpe diem, troiku

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floating candles.basho

carpe diem weekend meditation no 3
on the river troiku

haiku, basho
on the river
lights float to the horizon
the dead rejoice

troiku, ms pie
on the river
buoyant bound bright stars roaming
crowd the once quiet

lights float to the horizon
parallel paths heading home
soaring side by side

the dead rejoices
weightless wonders gather speed
soundless transmission

notes to self: my first troiku .. anticipation… after reading ‘the wandering spirit’, … thank you Chèvrefeuille… though first i saw the photo… the troiku unfolded in such a way… i look forward to creating more… those poems that won’t leave of their own accord… i still wanna change this .. somehow it is unfinished …

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Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

the effort

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1 dining in silence
hears the chatter echo
and the clatter roar

that soft rattle sound
near to the bottom
close to the endless

observing the chase
not unnoticed hope
comes to a crossroads

brace for a beginning
a chain unlocked
1 ding of distraction

faux fighting funk
feeling unhinged,
another rebel in ruin
1 pen misplaced

note to self: the cellphone is a story line not so much the people..
sunday whirl wordle 318

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Poetry, with real toads

born wet

splashing and leaping
the world briefly unlocked

always and forever
sitting by the shore

sipping ocean water
sipping river water

collecting shells and
driftwood for later

small boat sailing
strolling to shore

warm fire burning
never looking back

over at imaginary garden with real toads
courtesy of kim weekend mini challenge: boats

note to poet.. just found a new site… love poetry and frogs… i love boats, everything about them… from here to there… lotsa fun to visit the dream boat

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Poetry, sunday whirl

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sunday whirl : wordle 232

there’s not much left
a small loss here
a slap that stings there
angels watching
shiver from the cold

some days pass
with little pause
counting scars
instead of stars
there’s so much to remember

love gasps at sleeps escape
desire dials a different dream
darkness snare gathers no dust

notes to self: the real dark side of family and the holidays … thank goodness all has passed…

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