Cooked poetry

My hand fell over the handle

The pot’s lid trapping

the aroma of bouillabaisse before

attracting any more attention

Such a lyrical dish

has many a fish tale

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Tanka time

Old Mamalulu
Unfolds her chair at the park
And waits for nightfall
The stars don’t care where you live
That’s the kindness of nature

Poem for the day

Do you see me
the same way,
As when we were young?
No, says he,
You are like fine wine…
So much better.

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Photo by Arthur Brognoli

Sleepless

Third eye of the sea,
the lonely lighthouse
never sleeps.

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Short on time; read a haiku

Sandpipers pick at
seaweed that washes ashore
briny kelp garden

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Hiking poetry

Twenty feet apart from me
Deep footprints in mud
Up one side of the hill
Squirrels run
Masquerading as children playing
Hide and seek
I’ve been this way before
A rocky trail unfolding like moths

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A toast to an old friend

Let us toast to the old tree
Picnics in summer shade
A canopy of green
Where the hammock rocked gently
And fall leaves rustled under foot
But now she is gone
Mottled rings tell her age
Hushed secrets ancestral friend
Tree angels are here for you

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Photo by Joey Kyber

Poetry is everywhere

Found a photograph
In the pocket of the
Thrift store overcoat
Kodachrome image
Locked in a faded snapshot
A stranger in my palm

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Image: Highsmith, Carol M., 1946-, photographer

Do you believe in magic…

It’s nice to believe in magic
that
Butterflies paint flower petals
Dabbling colors with brushes
and dry them in the wind
With acceptance comes trust

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Celebrate Poetry month

Poetry stands alone
breathing life into words
Set it free into the world
So someone can catch one
and smile

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