the lingering taste of a country's defeat his plate of chicken alfredo warming warming #tanka

you soldiers no wives or children rocking chair still without him late summer the creek’s slow path around dry stones —Dorothy McLaughlin Modern Haiku Vol. 38.1, Winter-Spring 2007 #haiku #poetry

instant karma everybody wants it for everybody else #vsspoem

jdubqca.com/2016/04/08/a... A CONVERSATION THAT WASN'T #poetry <Apr-2016>

wind advisory yesterday's headline crosses the street

Tomoyuki Shinohara Ikebana

round and round again comfortable shape of my life stirring risotto

of this, i am convinced if there is a god, it would hide its face in a flower

& along the flail-pared lanes (blackbirds rampart flat hedgetops) - winter crowns are full of winter thrushes (redwing & fieldfare use the broadband line to watch you pass), the sky dithers on how to use colour & where it marls a skein of greylag bear NNE #birds

tapping your shoulder skimming the gloss of your eye thin winter sunlight sliding the length of the floor out through the door and away

Rest in peace to Submariner LT James Earl Carter Jr, USN (Ret). Carter, the only U.S. President to graduate from the U.S. Naval Academy, leaves a legacy of service. The USS Jimmy Carter (SSN-23), a Seawolf-class fast-attack submarine, carries his name in honor of his dedication to our nation.

My New Year resolutions include keeping hope alive in my heart that I can make the world a better place for me, my family and friends! #bskyart #HappyNewYear

Colour in winter is extra special. Aberdeen, Scotland 🌱

even this winter when I’m weary of the world seed-leaves of chickweed

www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/158382... CATERPILLAR ("BROWN AND FURRY") #poetry by Christina Rossetti (1830—1894)

drone flirting with a satellite dish

after the high winds shattered branches on the ground pale green with lichen

In the Ming dynasty(1368–1644), the royal family enjoyed keeping cats, each given a beautiful name. #caturday #history For instance, a pure white cat was called 'A Piece of Jade'; a cat with a black body and white belly was named 'Black Clouds Covering Snow'; a yellow-tailed white cat was 1/2

lightning on the horizon . . . the years before me stretch thin #tanka by Chen-ou Liu #TankaThursday #lightning #poetry chenouliu.blogspot.com/2018/09/hori...

a winter garden your breath stilled to a thin thread white and effortless

still, I love you from a distance silent as a wish waiting in the belly of the well

in winter the smallest kindness runs bone-deep

& roosting time in a breakout room onscreen through your grimy window the corvids exit their conference to find a better place to gather #birds

above midday clouds unknown stars trail serenely through the endless dark

I've lost your voice in this useless milieu solitude that seemed such a burden I see now, was my torch #tanka #5lines Published: Bright Stars 6, An Organic Tanka Anthology M. Kei, Editor

We walk inside the words we learned as children. Love, happy, mother, baby, food and dreams. They draw us close To the world we’ve lost. And when we are lost to the world We shall walk inside the dreams of others Just as those we have lost walk inside — A poem by me and Jon Wynne

I drive to the place through snow squalls with a ripping headache. Why am I doing this? (the housefronts of Antwerp before Nosferatu makes his ratty appearance). In my car with snow swirling in every direction check my hands for shaking. I go in. he is there.

before you know it I was on the bed in that place, surrounded by loaded revolvers. There were holes in the floor and the rain came in through the roof. “I can’t do it anymore. I’m going to the shelter.” “what shelter?” “I don’t know but I’m going.”

I’m living in a room with the girl the third floor over the Cafe Blasé. Rotten floorboards, rotten rooms she is drunk and has brought home Japanese tourists after I tried to break up with her. I even used the Bible to do it.

In the evening the swamp breathes its skin of reflective green and dead trees that reach for the sky.

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