Showing posts with label poesaics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poesaics. Show all posts
immature bald eagle
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fototudes,
immature bald eagle,
naquillity,
nature notes,
poesaics
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Naquillity
at
9:59 AM

open wings thrust you
forward from limb, open air
immature bald eagle
In this stillness
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haiku,
in this stillness,
napowrimo,
naquillity,
national poetry month,
poesaics
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Naquillity
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9:56 PM

along our side of the farms.
Grackles and other eastern birds flit to
one side and then the edge.
Their tiny lungs filled of
spring song. These...
these uncaged songs mapped
by memory's territories
live somewhere beneath blue skies and a
habit that holds my blue- gray
eyes... still. It's in this stillness I'm headed
towards an open field and a lone oak.
Napowrimo day 5: The challenge was to write a Golden Shovel. The last word in every sentence is another person's poem word for word. Instead of using someone else's poem I used one of my own haiku called gray headed oak.
in the whisper of me (haiku)
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haiku,
in the whisper of me,
napowrimo,
naquillity,
national poetry month,
poesaics
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Naquillity
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8:04 AM

in the whisper of me, there...
mother's destiny
My first haiku for April's National Poetry Month. Inspired by my iphoneart of the same name: In the whisper of me.
wide stream matinee
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fototudes,
naquillity,
poesaics,
reflection,
september,
tau-ku,
wide stream matinee
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Naquillity
at
10:41 AM

September's reflection
now plays
a silent, wide stream matinee.
windshield theater
watches windshield theater
natures reflection
geese fly over power lines
fade to black screen... end credits
any constructive criticism or comments on this tanka is greatly appreciated.
evening
emarginates the sky
etching light and dark shadows
evenly along night's
easel. one awaits new
edition with each sun's
ebbing toward... horizon.
The Heart of the Woods
Becomes an open spigot
Where winter grows
On a sapling whose branches
Hold a broached robin.
She's watching soft-silent waves churn
Along a field's edge
As cold winds approach
She thrusts into the numbing air
Like an uncoiling arrow-
The heart of the woods.
nature's phonograph
rugged lawn; morning glory
nature's phonograph
Note: my haiku was inspired by this morning glory photo...
taken away
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3ww,
cling,
haiku,
murmur,
naquillity,
poesaics,
taken,
taken away
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Naquillity
at
8:00 AM

as cool water murmurs past
stress taken away
a morning haze
the surrounding lawn, white-
i'll grow in its silence
as the fog dehydrates
from a rising sun.
i'll see well tanned teasel shelving
its sleepy head along a barbed wire fence.
i'll hear chunter
between a robin and her three young
who are nestled
safely in a gutter's nest...
verdant grass will give way
to a blue horizon.
sentries
Today I had a strong urge to post something here and would like to say thank you to everyone for your patience in my long absence... I've truly missed blogging and seeing what everyone has been up to lately... Hopefully I won't let everyone down during this new jumpstart. Luckily I have lots of pictures to share and a few new poems too...
I'll start with a haiku I wrote about some great blue herons. A friend of mine came upon eight great blue herons one day while out taking pictures and was gracious enough to share with me and another good friend the location. When we arrived at said location we saw six heron and eight nests... My haiku reflects this scene...
six great blue heron
chronicle eight nests daily
knobby kneed sentries
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