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All Saints' Day
a kererū and I
in full flight
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All Saints Day
into the cerulean blue
we yield our breath
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All Saints' Day
a nit-picker picks away
at my seems
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All Souls Day
another year's build-up
of absences
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cracking their cheeks
winds whip up hurricanes
through Lear's wits
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through the slap-slap
of windscreen wipers
spring rain
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passing faith
candle to candle
rite of spring
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a mountain spring
flows into
its defloration
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in spring rain
a terrible silence
held at bay
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spring rain
all is forgiven
at one fell swoop
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spring rain
all is forgiven
at one fell swoop
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a reed
in the wind sounding
atonal repenitance
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morning mist
the breath of another
seems to appear
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amateur hour
while a poet writes
the pine sighs
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just like that
your miracle of being
made no more.
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yet again
a butterfly cheapened
by a "moment"
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free world through the fog of militant benevolence
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off-shore breeze
seagulls gather around
KFC
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spring draws to an end
the touch
her hands in mine
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murmuring shells
when prophecy breaks down
into static
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tongues of fire
lick me back to when
i was without
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november dusk
the heat of the day
an afterglow
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a match struck
against the darkness —
dawn awakening
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of end times the hearth flicker in earthen hearts
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the poet
the poet dwells
at a safe distance
from words
the poet
pussyfoots around
the utter brink
the poet paces out
the sound of space
in-waiting
the poet
hot off the press
goes silent
the poet goes
dum-de-dum-de-dum
between breaths
the poet
pads out
the silences
the poet
lipsynchs his reflection
in tranquility
the poet
skirts the edges
of relevance
the poet
rattles off
his mortal coil
the poet at home
with the loneliness
of a long-distance runner
the poet
scratches the imagined limits
of his horizons
the poet
feathers
his nest egg
the poet
measures his success
in tossed panties
the poet loses
his daytime job
to the moon
the poet quickens
to the sound
of his own voice
the poet
strikes a pose
off its pedestal
the poet
plays out
the party line
the poet weeps
as sound and sense end
his abstinence
the poet
resurrects
a moment
the poet
loses himself
in his words
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- Category: November 2017
evening sun
the cosmos carries a torch
for her footfall
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moon in the clouds
my best poker face
lost in translation
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after pissing
on the trumperor's parade
so much water under the bridge
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why fuss so, cicada?
my imago must be
four times yours
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her lavalava
colours Sale'aula's field —
the lingering heat
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granite-faced
cow cockies spark off
each other
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extinct shadows
re-enact the thrill
of the hunt
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in shadows
my search for words
to be ignored
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dry creek bed
face to face with
my extinction
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from nowhere
a wave overshadows
the last rock-pool
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merciful wind —
bruised reeds are unbroken
and flax flower
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all at once
some pumice bobs up
from the past
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rainbow warrior —
a zodiac boat prowls
through the stars
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moon in mist —
a momentary glimpse
through my doubt