INSPIRED BY JAPANESE FORMS - short poems

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Well of Loss

Woman bends over well of loss.
Frozen stars, cold moonlight reflect.

Earth inexorably turns on its axis.

Chorus of birdsong heralds dawn.
Raising stone eyes, she regards two paths:
one back home, one into the woods.

Haiku:

soft drifts of snow

blanket leaf-bare branches

full of sun-ripe berries

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wide-eyed child

shivers behind

thundering waterfall

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ancient oak trees

limbs gnarled like my own

spring brings forth new growth

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distant blue hills

beckon

my boots rest at home

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north wind soughs leaves

creaking boughs bend low

over man walking home

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the sound of slamming
was it the closing of doors
in your mind or mine?

Senryu:

empty bowl raised

supplicating hands

patience worn thin

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the slats of the blind

slanted for his clear vision

her view in half shade

Gogyohka and other five line poems:

Kiss, kiss (a cinquain)

Kiss, kiss

French ways now ours

Enforced close encounters

even with TV presenters

Kiss, kiss

Tanka: 

contagious

depression and happiness

spreading circles

ripple from thoughts and deeds

as they journey outwards.

rain dancing crone

she shakes angry fists at the sky gods

chants charms and curses heavenwards

threatens the encroaching storm to skirt

around these rain sodden fields of corn

around this village voodoo dancing crone

head cases  

invisible box around my head

labels glued on every surface

my eyes square up to those I meet

my sticky hands slap judgments

multiply by millions around the world

Awake Women

Women all over the world
lie awake beside snoring men.

On the edge of the bed
women make resolutions

they rarely keep.