old posts and old wire
holding wild grape vines holding
old posts and old wire
Robert Spiess
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A life
Without the spirituality
Of spiritual work
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
old posts and old wire
holding wild grape vines holding
old posts and old wire
Robert Spiess
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A life
Without the spirituality
Of spiritual work
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
The sun glitters
on the path
of a snail
Robert Aitken
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I too have waited
For the sunlight
To enter my window
Many days elapse
Between one set of words
And the next
Many thoughts
Committed
To other sheets of paper
Some even cast out
Into the ether
In search of their stars
autumn wind—
a hair has grown
on my mole
Ryunosuke Akutagawa
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Impressed
By the physical size
Of the old poet
On the cinema screen
Could I
Would I
Should I
Grow so large, physically
How might my body
Care for
Such a substantial presence
Which helps me to remain grounded
ebb tide
sandpipers skitter
across her ashes
Jerry Kilbride
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Firm, glowing skin
A poet’s trip
To the water
At the place
Where the mountain
Might have been
Had there been a mountain
So close to the sea
Where your name flowered
For one day, to live on
Until and beyond this day
Not yet time for ashes
Or to make that final journey
In search of
The poem’s hidden treasure
Where youth and antiquity
Become one
closing the gate
alone with the stones
on this beautiful night
Shuoshi Mizuhara
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My door swings open
Yours also
On brighter days
Let the churchyard alone
Just remember
The lover’s seat
Walk down the steps
To the beach
In the cove
Be aware
Of where you are
Of where you have been