Sad, sad news today – just a short one.
Flown
By Scott Bailey © 2013
Another one lost
Too short, too precious, and gone
Little heart flown high
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Sad, sad news today – just a short one.
Another one lost
Too short, too precious, and gone
Little heart flown high
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The vessel is cracked
Still holds the sacred blooms
Still revered
Though the blooms are without root
Rootless. Dying.
Still revered.
Water though refreshed,
Still stagnates
Dead blooms replaced
With freshly cut.
Repetition
Builds a patina of respect
Authority
Habit.
The vessel is cracked
Empty of life
Yet forever filled
and revered.
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Stereotypical headlines
Reactions just the same
Ample opportunity
To apportion blame
Night time is for thinking
Sorting truth from lies
But in the sunshine morn
Dreams just fly
So it goes
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Autumn golden brown
covers the hard icy ground
a leafy carpet
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Bird sings by the pool
in the spring in a soft cool breeze
her voice a sweet sound
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Bug me, drug me
You’ll never touch my mind
Not that you want to
Afraid of what you’ll find
Afraid of the secrets
of someone in the know
Afraid of the exposure
of your elaborate show
So go on with your programme
Sticking to the script
Until the day you are aware
You’re playing in a crypt
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Slowly the shadows pass
As memories retreat and fade
Passing beyond the glass
Like springtime budding grass
New joys together are made
Slowly the shadows pass
This pain we will surpass
And sunbeams will cascade
Passing beyond the glass
Though sometimes the shattered glass
Will cut us like a blade
Slowly the shadows pass
New light will surely trespass
On the lawn that we have made
Passing beyond the glass
Those memories we can’t bypass
But their colour has finally greyed
Slowly the shadows pass
Passing beyond the glass
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Time and time again
So it is out with the new
In with the older
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Where the crashing sea
Meets the shifting cracking ice
Hunters hunker down
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More than a year’s passed
Memory is still red raw
Watching blue eyes fade
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Brushed by death today
Twice.
Metal boxes speeding
Too fast, too near me
Driven on by the wrong thoughts
Or expensive wanderings
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Silence is Golden
Because it’s so very rare
Grab it while you can
Balloons rising high
Bear kisses into the sky
Up to the lost ones
Just got in today! With another new form A Minute Poem – or in this case a last-minute poem.
Bright flakes of light in dappled leaves
that float on down
where saplings grow
and settle low
And earthy scents rise in the air
As underfoot
leaves crunch and fold
red-brown and gold
The rusty fence that holds it in
it holds us too
back from that time
when we roamed free
Stars
Magic
Fathers dance
Under dark trees
Dream
Now inspired by the site I discovered yesterday going to try some different forms. This is a Katauta.
Silky dress caress
Swishing – lighting my desire
For your loving touch
Today I was made aware of the poetic form of the Senryu and what distinguishes it from a Haiku. I was not aware of this and so my past attempts were probably hybrids in many cases.
If you are interested in the difference there is a good page here explaining it.
I was made aware of it by these posts.
and
Over at the blog of Bastet and Sekhmet
So here is my first attempt – which is yesterday’s poem distilled into this form.
Fleeing from killers
The child runs desperately
To fill out a form.