Thursday, November 6, 2014

Ekphrastic- ku
Haiku poetry about art for Dawn Boone

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in a frame
Cinderella chased by her slipper
modern art

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fresh mountain snow
the brightness of a new page
I'm afraid to draw

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the old book
cut into a Chevy
let's go for a ride

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Michelangelo
painting an angel on the ceiling
did she really wink?

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shadow dancing
let's leave a painting
on the floor

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a hazy picture
in the grounds of my morning coffee
could be art


big magic fox
a sculpted scroll in his teeth
please unroll your story

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pin-up in the old tank
as long as the war lasted
she smiled at him

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black ink calligraphy
Don Quixote and Sancho Panza
Picasso playing

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a skinny Giacometti
If I stare long enough
will I loose weight?

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design on ice
long lines, sudden stop
jumping skater

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

haiku, tanka, sijo

haiku

runaway teenager
a family searching the woods
blue flashlights of fear

 tanka

runaway teenager
a family searching the woods
blue flashlights of fear
who can tell you apart
your face gone to torn rags

Sijo

little boy runs the river
sunlight gleaming off high red cliffs
playing at death in beautiful games
neon glory, all alone
black asphalt line, the long hard road
run away where they can't follow

Saturday, August 9, 2014

the poets

the poets
they are so much here
and even gently
but just as taut
(under their skin
deep in their brain)
as the competitor
moving to the shot down the line
hit so hard and flat
reaching it, seeing
just in the edge of vision
the other moving back to center
so the true return is hard
back down the line again
sliced to kingdom come
so that death could never reach it
never in time

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Pacific

isn't it enough?
just ebb and flow
the white of it
a dazzle spray
the slow turning wing
isn't it enough?

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Evening without Vespers

evening without Vespers
the sacred buried deep
below moon blue woods
bare feet, the grass is soft
the air sweet, setting free
rooted music of growth
and death and coming
home again

Friday, June 27, 2014

gentled heart


in grandmother taupe
slow walking
through tall
flowing 
grasses
and if the bright bird flies
and if the wild bird sings
it is seen
it is heard
and known
in the gentled heart

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Honey Moon

Friday the thirteenth
night garden's shadowed breath
full Honey Moonlight
horses call across a flowing field
a white witches' wind around the flowers

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