September 2015
September 2015
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
spring or autumn?
two thirds marked out now
the beast in me
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in its wings
already the butterfly's
afterlife
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lengthening days—
childhood shadows stretch
farther away
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water sound
without frog
without pond
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in spring rain
the cries of the slain
also rise
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dark energy—
in summing it all up
the words I cling to
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spring rain
wiping agape eyes
free from tears
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parting shot
sunlight glances off
the coffin's sheen
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afterbirth—
an ancient darkness
stirs the earth
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haiku poet:
a low carbon worker
at the coal-face
of being
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on earth too
nullified human
remains
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by moon mist
the black swan song sung
in some lake
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gentle breeze—
a mist shadow drifts
across her veil
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plum tree,
hold back with me
the passing day
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waxing moonlight—
a spring concupiscence
invades the garden
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spring seedlings—
with my ancestors
in the rain
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spring rain now
and at the hour
when it falls
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writers' block
no longer can they read
my Facebook posts
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event horizon—
all the places
I am not
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haiku party—
a frog distances itself
from its past
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this body
how it breaks down
in the moon
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just five senses—
how much more of spring
can I take in?
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just for now
a cloud against blue
is all that is
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lips slip
the petal brush
of spring
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phone glow
her words become
static
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once blossoms
fall plumb darkening
the garden
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and you, child
never to come past
your becoming
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and you, child
never to come past
your becoming
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the you
forever past
spring clouds
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buried deep
a death denied
a headstone