Even Candent Days

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even candent days
cannot drive the willow leaves
from their homing place
                                                     (Magical Mystical Teacher)

a mother’s cool hand comforts
his brow –  burning with fever
                                                                                                  (WS)

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For Carpe Diem Tan Renga ‘even candent days’

Home

119

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an ocean breeze

woven through the years

carries her

 to one last poem

before august brain

arrives

already cerebral cells

dwelling on an atlantic beach

begin to doze, dreaming

 (of) soft white clouds –

drenching the summer sky

with daydreams

 and the barrier beach –

scarce plovers revisiting

a summer home

eroded shoreline

her resolve

slipping away

only vegetation 

rooted in the dunes –

hangs on

 the entertainment –

a gang of crows chasing

 a kestrel

and still the ocean breeze

woven through the years

carries her

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©2013 Wabi Sabi

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