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Poetry Path Inspirations

Background is courtesy of Colin Moffett in Portglenone, No. Ireland. This is his beautiful garden! Thank you, Colin! Thursday, November 1, 2012. The delicate tiny teardrops. Rolling down a baby's cheeks. They were put there for a reason. To bring attention to it's needs. The intricate web of a spider. So delicate and fine. To trap it's prey securely. Until the spider decides to dine. The dewdrops on the morning grass. The flapping of a birdling's wings. Amid the choir of Whipporwills. Wiser, not much.

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Poetry Pathways

In my view a good poem is one in which the form of the verse and the joining of its parts seems light as a shallow river flowing over its sandy bed" - BASHO (Translated by Lucien Stryk). There are many pathways in the world of poetry. It's your choice which ones you take. Saturday, November 26, 2016. For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it". It was a long time ago. In front of me,.

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Lori Lipsky | Poetry Patio | Poetry for the rest of us

Lori Lipsky Poetry Patio. Poetry for the rest of us. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. July 23, 2015. Please stop over at the Barn Door,. Where I’ve posted another haiku. May 6, 2015. The milk is gone and we need some for breakfast. The wastebaskets are full. A light bulb in the kitchen has burnt out. The toilet is running. The furnace filter needs to be replaced. A spider is in the tub. A branch has fallen down in the backyard. The car won’t start. No matter what it is. April 28, 2015.

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Better to hug close, wary of rubble and falling stones.". Saturday, August 27, 2011. Happy labor day . . . When I was just a little thing. I used to love parades. With banners, bands, red balloons,. When I came home one May Day,. My neighbour’s father said,. 8220;Them marchers is all commies. Tell me kid, are you a Red? Well I didn’t know just what he meant-. My hair back then was brown. Our house was plain red brick-. Like most others in the town. So I went and asked my momma. And this is what she said,.

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poetrypause | leaves of human experience

Leaves of human experience. Softest stillness so unseen. Takes the keenest mind to know. Silence solace so serene. Advantageous is to grow. Once upon a silken mist. Recognition’s full assist. Into realness of private yield. Now awaked of cruel cold. By no mention ever known. I in quietude enfold. Whole acceptance softest sown. On December 24, 2011 at 11:18 am. On December 26, 2011 at 9:58 am. On December 26, 2011 at 2:58 pm. On December 27, 2011 at 11:16 pm. I like it, too. On October 5, 2015 at 6:18 am.

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Submit to other publications. Welcome to Poetry Pea. A website for those who love to read, write and listen to Haiku. On this site you will find; a daily haiku post, The Haiku Chronicle Podcast. Which archives my week in Haiku, gives a little snippet of what I’ve learnt that week to improve my writing, recommended resources. And places to submit your Haiku. I hope that will be interesting to others in the same situation as me, and last and definitely not least features a guest Haiku. Page and get in touch.

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