September 2012

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Written by: Stephen Bailey

morning light —
tree buds break free
from silence

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fresh breeze —
winter is hung out
to dry

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greening light —
forgotten leaves
awaken

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prelude
to equinoxial gales
a fine drizzle

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resting up
over a vacant house . . .
vagrant cloud

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loose-lipped cloud
whispering its secret
with spray

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a dragon
turns domestic ...
lonely cloud

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spring evening —
the sound of a candle
after its flame

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autumn shadow ...
something of her arrives
before her

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on reflection
the image caught between
two mirrors

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autumn showers —
a poet weaves in and out
of the dreamtime

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war on terror —
intelligence leads him
to his heart

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spring ...
the heat of the sun
awakens

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this spring,
am I doomed to repeat
myself?

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see it dance
entranced forever —
a mayfly!

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this spring
still only in wisps —
moonlit trail

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the stillness
still out of reach —
string quartet

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next year's wine
burgeons from old stock —
vintage spring

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a worm on turning in turns on a worm

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easing rain —
an ugly duckling
finds herself

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dancing light —
I read darkness
with her eyes

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empty page —
melting ice floes
paint it black

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penitential rites:
shadows keening for moonlight
on a midnight lake

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seven veils —
the dancer becomes one
with her dance

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from spring
a dervish whirls
into stillness

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a poet
drunk on reality —
vers libre

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summer lawn ...
a flamingo twists its neck
after the ball

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by firelight
a kitten curls deeper
and deeper

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window palm print —
a dewdrop trickles down
her life line

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dead of night —
hine-nui-te-po
closes her thighs