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"Scattered leaved with poetic imprints." My new collection of poetry.
P.(tree)Log

From a sidewalk in Perugia, Italy

Well, it's now mid- 2019 and this is still the only book I use to house part of my new poetry.
I began using it years ago due to a lack of storage space in my over-700 item WDC portfolio.
I really need to do some spring, summer, fall and winter cleaning.
There are still lots of static items which have never received any mention by other members here.

But that's part of the problem of being a writer ( musician, artist, actor ... ).
I do not know how to network.

Thanks for discovering this link. Please leave a comment.
Bookmark it, please....
This is a writing site and not FarceBrook where it's so easy just to press the button "LIKE."
(( And I am not a fan of the fact that WDC has added it. ))
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April 30, 2019 at 8:08am
April 30, 2019 at 8:08am
#957905
full moon
hidden by thunder clouds
release


[2019.30.4...a]
#haiku
April 29, 2019 at 3:45am
April 29, 2019 at 3:45am
#957817
in the line-up of who
gets Cupid's next arrow
fights break out, war even
no one can teach us to be
at peace loving ourselves


[2019.29.4...a]
April 28, 2019 at 9:27am
April 28, 2019 at 9:27am
#957737
even after the second dose
of chocolate coated morphine
the jackhammer continues
its unrelenting assault
the notice says no whiskey


[2019.28.4…a]
April 27, 2019 at 10:51am
April 27, 2019 at 10:51am
#957647


high from the highest branches
I could not leap gracefully off
fly and soar, catching slight breezes
veer towards a more distant tomorrow
I am a man, and we fall so often



a big bang after a leap for freedom
[2019.27.4…a]
April 26, 2019 at 11:25am
April 26, 2019 at 11:25am
#957586
whiskey's musings

there is nothing but gray here, fifty shades of it, its turmoil its délicatesse, its unexpected flourishes after sunset and before night owls hoot when cats and mice get mixed with gray, it's a favorite for sex therapists studying human downfall, psychologists and philosophers studying the roots of evil and so many certitudes, meteorologists predicting the patterns of rainfall and explaining its rare happenings on sunny days against happier whitewashes, gray, it's the color of death’s hearth, its ashes, its tombstones, the color of odes, sonnets and epitaphs and every important thing remembered before we forgot why we had the blues

through crumpled sheets
hints of morning shine brightly
late-night fog


[2019.26.4...b]
April 25, 2019 at 12:13pm
April 25, 2019 at 12:13pm
#957518
a few five-lined poems:

it’s a color that escapes
from naked trees and dusty fields,
bringing wholeness
like a doctor’s discharge
drying a wet sky

[2019.25.4…a]

***+***+***+***+***+***

neon flashing over a mossy pond
last summer’s fishing hole
drying, waiting for lightning
to settle an old score
with fireflies and arsonists

[2019.25.4…c]


***+***+***+***+***+***

without it spring has no backdrop
no resilient trampoline from which springs
a painter’s palette of life promise
and every other cliché from Valentine’s
to the season of mistletoe

[2019.25.4…d]


***+***+***+***+***+***

I remember we searched all summer
for a four-leaf clover, lucky in love
we still have this plan to get rich
in a sea-side casino
luck has stayed in one place

[2019.25.4…e]
April 24, 2019 at 11:51am
April 24, 2019 at 11:51am
#957428
…where the heart is

we build fortresses of stone, steel and glass around us. they are not all called
home, but all test our skills at climbing the ladder of life. war pierces most of
these perimeters, as does death. cancer is a vicious foe, it slithers like a snake
without a rattle and its poison submerges us before we know we need to fight
a tsunami. after the final crashes dim we awake buttressed in bodies of frozen
tundra. we thaw ourselves into a walled Eden to protect our new cardinal points
and force ourselves into beacons, first shining outwards and then inwards.
to watch and warn. to illuminate the shattering of thick icebergs as survival’s
heat melts just enough so tears do not freeze again.

skin pricked
by rose thorns…
happy, I bleed


[2019.24.4…a]
April 23, 2019 at 5:23pm
April 23, 2019 at 5:23pm
#957364
what weeps for life

I see shadows more often. they are the new aphorisms of the twenty-first century.
save the daylight, twist the clocks. back and forth, like wringing water from the sky
in an arid climate where dust infiltrates even the space between one’s bones. it evaporates
even tears, which used to flow freely to ward off sadness and fright. there is a moment
for death. death. it happens in more unexpected ways and its grip is tighter and more
vicious than when old age appeared like a quiet shadow after a good life. a good life
has nothing to mourn. like a well-tended garden, not everything will grow in any climate.
roses do not begrudge their thorns.

willow leaves
grow to touch the ground
a cocoon


[2019.23.4…a]
Haibun
April 22, 2019 at 1:20pm
April 22, 2019 at 1:20pm
#957244
I give him bread, cheese
a small bottle of wine
and a ten-euro bill
he spends Easter thanking
strangers on a dry sidewalk



[2019.22.4…a]
#5-line poem
April 21, 2019 at 2:06am
April 21, 2019 at 2:06am
#957142
I think flowers pray
at wedding and funerals
they can do nothing else but sing
lux aeternam for our long lives
theirs are so short


[2019.29.4...d]
Gogyohka


Author's Note:
I discovered this form yesterday in this forum, thank you Novacatmando.
Briefly, the most frequent information I found on the internet is:
Gogyohka is a new form of poetry which has been developed in Japan. Gogyohka simply means verse which is written in five lines, but each line generally represents one phrase and has a different feel to five-line verse commonly found in Western poetry. This new form of verse was developed by a poet called Enta Kusakabe, who first came up with the concept in 1957

I am having a hard time understanding the limits of this form as compared to the tanka. That's the research I'll be doing in the next few days.
April 20, 2019 at 9:38am
April 20, 2019 at 9:38am
#957075
could my hungry soul
be fulfilled eating a cloud?
and its taste?
vaporous love, or silent
butterfly wings?


[2019.20.4…c]
April 19, 2019 at 2:43am
April 19, 2019 at 2:43am
#956957
and inside
the dark smoldering church
they found light
untouched by flaming wood
the gold cross


[2019.19.4...a]
#tanka
#notredame
April 18, 2019 at 3:15am
April 18, 2019 at 3:15am
#956889
from two gaping holes
the scream of flames still echoes
silence returns
and balances in a dance
with light


[2019.18.4… a]
#tanka
#notredame
April 17, 2019 at 3:24am
April 17, 2019 at 3:24am
#956797
in river silt
charred remains flow away
trees stand guard
tracing new lines and curves
man rebuilds peace


[2019.17.4…a]
#tanka
#notredame
April 16, 2019 at 3:50am
April 16, 2019 at 3:50am
#956698
what will extinguish
a world of broken hearts?
no rain falls
still, Quasimodo’s bells toll
the fires of hope


[2019.15.4…d]
#tanka
April 15, 2019 at 2:28am
April 15, 2019 at 2:28am
#956600
Swept beyond the seasons

I watch them pass by, unseasonable city snowfall, blossoms to cherries, human statues on the beach, the painful cringes of fallen leaves magnified by hearing aids. And finally, the irrevocable emotions of death. The fast-forward button reprogrammed into pause, years and months exhale abstractness. Individual days last only a week, until the rescue of my journal-become-superhero. And still those memories lack the clarity of a vision test. All their faces disappear. I accept this with furrowed brows and continue to laugh at myself. The paring down of my core identity, my inner and outer circles. Lovers, those of us who remade the world, the same strangers waiting for buses. Almost an afterthought, I wander from youth.

how to love moonlight
more than cherry blossoms?
old man’s koan


[2019.14.4…a]
Haibun
April 14, 2019 at 3:30am
April 14, 2019 at 3:30am
#956529
he watches drops dry
in streaks on a window
his impatient tail
doesn't worry the goldfish
wet behind him


[2019.13.4...a]
#tanka
April 13, 2019 at 2:04am
April 13, 2019 at 2:04am
#956464
wings reflecting
wildfire on noon ponds
or the quick rainbow
yes, the wet upturned palette
flying away


[2019.12.4…d]
#tanka
April 12, 2019 at 3:22am
April 12, 2019 at 3:22am
#956401
Late for chronological posting:
Prompt: birdsong



they invent songs
to follow night silence
blackbirds
praise each new morning
note by note


[2019.11.4…b]
#tanka
April 12, 2019 at 3:19am
April 12, 2019 at 3:19am
#956400
beneath starlight
field mice find their boroughs
a feline shadow
does not intercept
nightingale song


[2019.11.4…c]
#tanka

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