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In the Mood -- click here: Glen Miller - In The Mood Turtles tapdance to this tune, underwater. What a wonderful world you create. " eggs hop down a hill / like laughter. . . . " :D :D :D Lots of life in this poem. My only suggestion would be to consider deleting "painful". A turtle's slow waddle m...

"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood."

-- T. S. Eliot

~ Just the Highlights It won’t help to spike the Bible in the end zone or to happy-dance circles around Planned Parenthood clinics. God doesn’t give a crap – the wages of everything are death. Of course there are little Satans ablaze like Anti-Christ fire ants on your ankles. Ship them to Oz, in sha...

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Love this. The moon is magic. Last Sunday we hiked to a nearby ridge to watch the Wolf Moon/SuperMoon/Blood Moon - eclipse. Gorgeous and this poem renews the feeling.

Just asking -- should the "A" in 'away' be capitalized?

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Thanks Indar. Yes - they keep calling us. I love your onions comment - there is a poem in that, you know.


T

~ Phone is Ringing My mother called from D.C., 1942– in training for an overseas State Department post in wartime Helsinki. She was excited. She learned how to use a rotary phone - a thing of which she had never heard. So she dialed up a speck of Mid-American prairie, called her mother and uncle dir...

Indar -- agree on the syllable count straight-jacket. That's what makes the Kerouac Haiku so appealing in my view. Technically, of course, haiku has/have no title. But still, you can't post without something in the Subject line. I think it is less objectionable to title a haiku string, as we have he...

These are special stanzas, Indar. The three senses/consequences of eucalyptus are revealing. Thanks for the links - very helpful in realizing your context. But the lines stand alone, in my view. Not excited about the title, just the rest.

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The Shores of Consciousness That might be my title. There is much concrete imagery to what is basically a dream-poem. I like the layers of this, and the weaving of the threads. A thought on the opening lines -- A flock of breaths emerges from the branches. >> Flocks of breaths emerge from branches. ...