The Poetry Explsion Newsletter

between the lines

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light tender verses
written by way of clouds melt
into the evening
as spindle summons quietly
magpies to bridge the river

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in the darkest hour
when grief can not be expressed
by the words that fail
cutting diamond of poet
carves the mirror of my soul

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two pairs of the eyes
burn through each other missing
a single glance of love
is lost among reflections
in labyrinth of mirrors

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there's no history
when God said, "Let there be light"
the night of heaven
opened eyelids of the stars
falling in love at first sight

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blossoming lilac
constellations of flowers
put to shame the stars
composing delightful scrolls
of the five-petal tanka

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for Tanabata
i have only two wishes
clear sky in July
as the Seventh Moon rises
and the blue song of Lyra

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the moon at its birth
milky smoke over water
is hiding a smile
of the growing power lit
in the heart of this night

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i'm but an orphan
even your verses can't soothe
the pain of my loss
the essence that has no name
is hidden between the lines

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when in the morning
the sun will spread bright wings
illuminating
the window of your abode
i shall awaken smilling

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The Poetry Explosion Newsletter (The Pen), July/2006, 5

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