Japanese Short Form Poetry 2014 - 2015
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"We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words."- - Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)
Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine © 2007-2019
2014
sunlight
in the cancer ward
dreaming of wind in my hair
by Carolyn M. Hinderliter
rotted planks
the moss-covered wharf
abandoned thoroughfare
daylight coffee shop
a warm place beyond the cold
stuff that won’t get done
by ayaz daryl Nielsen
brushes and inkpot
waiting
for the right thoughts
what
do you chase
dreaming dog?
to the stars
that have watched too long
nothing is new
by Jackie Maugh Robinson
summer shower --
a waterfall swallows
its echo
by Theresa A. Cancro
my grandma:
even the moon
has scars
eerie night
the cricket replies
to itself
by Surbhi Grover
orange sunset...
the color of shrimps
born without eyes
swatted flies—
long dead before
the police came
deeper;
the smells of wine
bring us together
by Ernesto P. Santiago
dusk settles —
my likeness
in every pane
first kick
in her womb
peach blossoms
GPS malfunction—
the same moon
at every turn
fireplace —
a burning home
warms a house
drought—
the well gives up
echoes
White Christmas—
a mailbox gathering
sunlight
by Carl Seguiban
not alone
on this short path
the butterflies
a monk
picking up Bleeding Hearts...
temple bells
long proboscis
reaching deep into the peony...
lover's whispers
by Rita Odeh (Nazareth, Israel)
Break by Alison Lock
I am in my attic with its damp gable end, its V-shaped roof, exposed beams, purloins, joists that form the frame of a great shell, an umbrella to protect me from the rain. I write from the centre of the spokes, gaze out of the soft glassy spiral, the windows, the skylight––patches of cloud are suspended, stilled. They are drifting, slowly, very slowly, from right to left, from east to west––bringing the snows, no doubt.
punctuation
exhaled air, puffs
paper white
HAIKU - by Sean Lause
Cat in freezing rain—
First its breath,
then its cry
Leaves of the oak tree
pasted on wet pavement.
Soggy cornflakes!
Bach on the radio.
A spider weaves her web
with furious joy
Firefly, here, there,
advertises himself
He’s open all night
After the tornado
the corn stalks
bow down in reverence
Between the question
and the answer,
the mourning dove calls
Where is heaven?
The flowers point
in all directions
December rain,
snowmen melting
into tombstones
2015
horsefly
claims his share
of the picnic
kittens
practicing shiatsu
in my sleep
by Jackie Maugh Robinson
White webs suspended
in geometric free fall--
winter has arrived
by A.J. Huffman
by Alexis Rotella
To the Balcony Dream
The gatekeeper, even though it’s forbidden, allows me to escort a
German couple, strangers, to the balcony where I point out
snow-covered Alps, two peaks so close we can almost touch them.
Today a Lufthansa jet liner was deliberately crashed into the French
Alps–144 people killed.
Was it already written in the akashic records– that this tragedy was inevitable?
The wind
wearing my father's
raincoat
by Alexis Rotella
blackberries...
I pluck memories
one by one
soft breeze...
a cosmo unfolds
within me
midsummer lull...
this silence now etched
on my lips
ballerina -
a butterfly alights
in mid-air
by Shloka Shankar
brambles through
the window of an old truck
his last illness
a grass snake
on the path -
creeping thyme
driving home -
a new crease
in the map
by Joanna M. Weston
blizzard after-
adding tempeh to my shopping list
Kroger—
that bitch side of me
expired coupons, pesticide potatoes . . .
Kroger—
mom's Depends hidden
beneath pink grapefruit
by Anna Cates
plastic containers
and plastic smiles...
another family reunion
by Prerna Bakshi
at the beach
the umbrella
waves
by Elizabeth Crocket