Unbowed

the fields of grass sway

under rush of morning breeze

long blades bow deeper

we walk a narrow pathway

inhaling the victory

Why You Cut Up Your Poem ~ An Explanation of the Calder Form in Verse

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......................I ................................................................don't understand........................................know .............................................why...................you ..................................................................................cut .................................................................up your.......................... ............................... ...............................................................................poem ...........................................................why..............................................."cut"... . .........................................................................................meaning ......................................why...............your............... .....................................................poem?..............................................what? so horribly. ............................................>.Command Z . Poetry, regardless of how seriously it is written should be taken with a smile and a grain of salt. The world doesn't really make a good deal of sense to us, that's why we write poems. We seek to establish an order to our minds, not the world around us.

Sage ~ A Haibun

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We've planted a sage.

Light rain graces the flowers,

amethyst petals

Those who observed saw the world around her burst into color. She could not be darkened. In her house, every room was a different vibrant hue. In the front room was a sharp aquamarine; the hall, a deep rose madder; where she ate, a brilliant cadmium lemon. She was only tempered by candle and silhouette on the amethyst curtains and walls.

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Remember Earth? ~ A Tritina

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The glint of the sun is sharper than the wing

as it cuts the tufted blue troposphere of earth.

She is smaller, yet grander than I remember.

The patchwork, field and farm, I remember,

the forests, and the lakes under a steady wing,

the lift and the drag, and the consent of earth.

A man once, but his luggage is there, on earth.

Now aerial and feathered, will she remember,

as I vault the empyrean, turning on a wing?

A bird, wind over wing, I have left the earth. Remember?

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You Hear A Blackbird ~ Parallelismus Membrorum

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You hear the blackbird;

tune out rough twitter.

The river runs chill;

embrace the assault.

Follow mountain rising;

don't carry the dead.

Climb an open sky;

remember the night.

Blackbird by a river;

gather some berries.

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To Care for a Dog with Two Legs

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Once she was a circle of yellow,
herding us along the beach.
Now she looks up at me,
from the sling around her hips,
a yellow lump of dog
walking on her front legs.
Do I detect gratitude? Or was that
"How much longer are you
going to make me do this?"
She is still beautiful.
She will not recover. She is old.
She whines all night.
Somehow, she is less yellow,
but seems more like a circle.

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Red Sky ~ A Calder

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The

..........................red

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garden..................sky is...............................full

.....of redbirds..............returning,

.........earthbound.....................................hands, earth

...........observe

.................................a

................................redbird

........................................................returning

................................. to.......................us,

.............................................................................................to

....................................................................................earth

For Ann and James