Night secrets

As was to be expected, the oracle produced a mixed bag this morning.

 

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raw and bitter,

a black wind blows,

ripping through sea mists,

it storms the sun,

putting dreams to sleep

in the shadow of the moon.

 

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through the gentle night.

Winged music

and star songs run,

river-like,

into the sun.

 

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At dusk the breeze grows gentle,

full of summer secrets

and river songs.

I follow the path

through the quiet shade,

where the wild earth breathes

in bright blue peace.

 

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steely fish listen to angel voices.

 

Drink this cool cup

to the dark sky,

embrace the rhythms of the dance,

wake up to joy,

slowly sailing

the wild salt ocean

of my heart.

 

 

 

Haibun: Gift

This is another attempt at a haibun for the dVerse poet’s pub. The theme is ‘free’.

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In the streets where the stores with glitzy names stand shoulder to shoulder, their doors proudly open to the bitter winter wind, crowds surge and press. So much glitter, so much music, muffled jazz or chic silence in the thick-carpeted exclusive boutiques, insinuating into pockets and wallets. Guards on the doors, bored and heavy-jowelled, watch impassively. So much glitter fills hands, touching and caressing to weigh the worth. Feet shove into too-tight shoes, bellies sucked in, huffing and puffing the sea moves through the treasure trove of the sales. Toc. Tat. Too much and not enough. I turn my back and watch the gulls sailing with the river.

Cold sun glints on glass,

credit cards flash and twinkle,

brown bird sings for free.

A proper rondelet

It has been pointed out to me, by a poet who has manfully struggled to get the rhyme scheme correct as per the instructions, that there is a rhyme pattern to the rondelet. I don’t know whether it’s the anarchist in me, or simple inattention, but that particular aspect just wafted over me. To put matters right, here’s another rondelet with rhymes and refrains in correct military formation.

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They sail away

Their sunset sails golden, leaving.

They sail away,

Bold as gulls, though we’d have them stay,

They smile, embracing their new day,

No backward glance for us grieving,

They sail away.