Cardiac Care

Failed Haiku A Journal of English Senryu

November 2017

Fluttering Bird

fluttering bird the arrhythmia  in my chest

Prune Juice

March 2017

Frameless Sky – A Basket of Notebooks

a basket of notebooks
filled to the brim
with poems
how can my old heart
hold them all

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Frameless Sky Issue 1
12/2014

Slipping Away

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first day of school
a pocketful of summer
slipping away
i empty my heart
to make space for the harvest moon

 

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Inspired by   Mark M. Redfearn. Click the link  to read his poem.

May Breeze

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may breeze –
her memory touching me
where it hurts

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Whose Heart Is It…

Under the Bridge ©2013 Wabi Sabi

For Carpe Diem – Special – Hando ‘listening with another’

Rustling Leaves Dancing

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rustling leaves dancing
light breeze brushing rosy cheeks
young hearts aflutter
 (c) Kaykuala

a spunky crowd of children

racing to the finish line

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For Carpe Diem Tan Renga – rustling leaves dancing

Tickling Ivories

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tickling ivories
scintillating music sound
filling the inner soul                               (Carol)

crickets play a moonlight song
lulling wild hearts to sleep                             (WS)

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For Carpe Diem Tan Renga – tickling ivories

Crossing the Footbridge

crossing the footbridge
a sound that comes unbidden …
my wild beating heart                               (Lolly Williams)

a hawk and her fledgling….
a field mouse and her babes                             (WS)

 

For Carpe Diem Tan Renga – crossing the  footbridge

A Yearning

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still roaming the inky darkness
of an immeasurable,unknowable landscape,
a soul sheeted in ice, searches cobbled sidewalks,
rock-strewn country roads and remote pebbled shores
for a safe passageway

like a moth bending closer, closer
body, soul, essence lured to the fire
that warms and melts frozen heart sounds
these flames consume the remnants
of the restless child,
massaging the clay of resistance
softening and molding it
eroding a foolish need to escape the stillness

it seems a simple task
and yet……..
when is the heart ever ready
to embrace the kiln of eternity,
that wild yearning to awaken
to the holy breath of god?

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©2013 Wabi Sabi

For  The Sunday Whirl – # 132

For Poets United  -Poets Pantry