Tagged: wind

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Summer Tale

Poem   As I close my eyes… hear the waves of the ocean gently kissing my body feel the breeze caressing my face, kissing my lips see the blue azure which my hands are...

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A Windy Night

I sit here waiting to go home I take notice of the gushing air The window bouncing Like waves bouncing against the sand. Listening to what the wind says As it blows its strength...

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Capture

Spoken Word   Another day, great deed Flits across the dry expanse Of imaginations irrigated to produce crop in time The weather is master The water, merely the prayer Heroes, how they often bend...

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Morning Prayer

Haibun Robins, sparrows, and cardinal songs through an open window. Bacon sizzling from the kitchen. The flickering tongue of an indifferent Senhora da Fatima Candle in a drape-rustling breeze. Seated on the zafu, legs...

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Distorted Realities

Poem what is it that you see? a shadow sneaking behind me, trying to hit me in the soul, steal my blood and laugh it is just the black tree top moving on the...

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Ascension

Haibun A flash of red. A cardinal perches high on a prematurely blossoming maple. He marks his territory, repeatedly singing the same crescendo. Moments later, he’s gone. No bird takes his place. Ides of...

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Stumbling Along the Way

Haibun “All I care about is the way. I find it in my craft, that’s all.” —Ting the Cook Chuang Tzu, Chapter 3 A quick rush of rainfall. Wind chime songs. Drops cling to...

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Zephyr

Poem The wind picked up, bringing a familiar smell with it. In a rush I was taken back. I smiled, but the moment zipped on, the gust was Too strong. I went farther back....

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Dream Boats

Poem Woke up from a dream I am far away A trail of thoughts Disconnected and small A moment fleeting A moment here and gone Standing now Picking up the pieces Trying to remember...

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The Machine

Poem   The slow spinning cycle turns, And the needle quivers its way back To true north. This machine of mediation Weathers the winds and rains Of inevitability On sunny days of serenity Its...

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The World’s Exhale

Poem   Waking up I hear the rain, the wind rustling the tree branches The rushing of car wheels spinning over the wet streets I see the blue light peeking from behind the curtains...

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Song of Winter

Poem   The crispy yellow leaves blow over the stones Like the last fragments of summer, Whispering of all the golden memories they saw. Everyone walks a little bit faster. A bitterness is in...