Tag: summer from a lost continent
group name: tsopr
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December 25, 2009 08:03 PM EST --
haiku I
greased pan
cherry days
on the almanac
haiku II
blue butterfly
nose of the dog
shrivels
haiku III
coughing mother
a dry leaf
roams . . .
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December 23, 2009 07:51 PM EST --
Not belonging to one
Noon belongs to no one; the shadows don’t wait;
they rush, blend, mingle, finally evanesce.
Noon belongs to no one; no shadows. Brother . . .
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January 23, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
Kill: a story of civilization
Neon is playing with the shadows in
the street. Chasing them, making them scattered
till dawn. Till dawn, the man hunts for his prey.
Nights have made his . . .
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January 11, 2009 09:54 PM EST --
Attic eyes
A pensive eagle flies
in the ethereal space.
The encyclopedia salesman
crawls down the road
with his paralyzed cheery face.
A note of distant bell
is . . .
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January 31, 2009 11:45 PM EST --
February expressions
Nothing exists before this, only void;
a genesis, a self born fetus floats
amid blank darkness… this is how he feels
when her lips connive to create new world. . . .
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March 21, 2009 10:50 PM EDT --
H e ire ss
“You are the legal heiress.” She listens.
It weighs her mind; she runs her hands on the throne.
It glistens like a freshly honed sword. Glistens.
Her entire . . .
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April 23, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Mid Summer Noon’s Dreams
The station of mid noon is desolate;
the platform is really a flowing stream
waves of shining sun sweeps him away.
The aged . . .
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July 10, 2009 10:04 PM EDT --
Irony
“They do not come, as sweet as they used to, these days.”
Looking at the helpless fleshes of oranges
produced in green Darjeeling hills, the old man says. . . .
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December 22, 2009 08:13 PM EST --
Sundays of a Monday man
A Monday man has Sundays behind him too
when he lights a candle; kneels; pray for nothing.
A cat saunters through the time lying down . . .
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November 30, 2009 07:13 AM EST --
relationship
Hate soaks a piece of cloth in water
with love she applies it on my head.
Twitches her mouth. She says that I have made
her face these trying times . . .
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April 15, 2008 09:13 AM EDT --
Woman inside
The woman inside the skin of his head
Picks up those stones they have thrown and builds a
Rock garden amid the mess of days, nights
And life.
The curious world . . .
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July 02, 2009 10:07 PM EDT --
Oyster days (WWE)
Can she remember her days
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city
where her painted . . .
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August 29, 2009 07:49 AM EDT --
eyes trace some sounds
Sounds are so delicate
they break
whenever I speak.
All you can hear
is a door
making squeaks
and you take it as my
terms of love.
I close the door . . .
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July 05, 2009 06:18 AM EDT --
D N A
(After I heard of her)
an...............
................................................evolved
...........................................cell
. . .
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July 28, 2009 07:07 AM EDT --
(haibun) power cut
This is the city of power cut. Someone has said. The ghost of darkness still plagues us, the people. Sometimes. Sometimes evening is a wrap of darkness. Power failure? . . .
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December 15, 2008 10:03 PM EST --
Waiting for an appointment
A surprise pond at the backyard
of the building. Nobody can
think there is a green blue flow of
breath, cool.
I place my palms on the glass panes. . . .
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January 10, 2009 09:47 PM EST --
Ask, dare ask
The eyes speak and then they conceal too.
“Ask me”, she says and fears the answer and truth
that only she can tell. An existential table
does not accomplish . . .
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January 14, 2009 09:38 PM EST --
wintry house
Wednesday writing essential
The long tortuous road with wintry wind
playing with fistful of dirt thrown at us.
With a cloud over our heads we
used . . .
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January 15, 2009 09:34 PM EST --
Wood Ants See
(Thursday writing essential)
A stream of wood ants is climbing
and vanishing into the cracks
on the peeling barks of the tree.
The horde of wet clouds . . .
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January 18, 2009 06:13 AM EST --
Wandering stars
After this much road traveled together,
after we have reached here so slowly
let us decide to run away once more,
eloping from the eyes of the present
with . . .
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