a little sick today,
several geese clear the mountain
before I count them
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Andrew Grossman began the poetry database at www.poeticcopy.com to realize his goal of using poetry to communicate understanding, peace and caring among people of different religious, cultural and lifestyle beliefs. The unity between humanity and nature is for him the template for creating unity among all humanity.
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mot__ sign
registration desk –
spring’s reflection in her eyes
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stagnant water
on the shore —
bream gulps for air
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clouds billowing
darkening skies …
my thoughts of her passing
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The comma is exactly right: illness brings a pause. A new perspective. Now I am helping to care for another, who still helps so many. My hardest days are a strange and wonderful support for this new time.
When I opened Beth Rankin Cambell’s Haiku and clicked on her blue printed name, a porno site called Barney’s Homepage appeared. Why? Why is porno on this poetry site? Whoever is doing this, is a sicko.
mot__ sign
registration desk –
spring’s reflection in her eyes
–
stagnant water
on the shore —
bream gulps for air
–
clouds billowing
darkening skies …
my thoughts of her passing
–
The comma is exactly right: illness brings a pause. A new perspective. Now I am helping to care for another, who still helps so many. My hardest days are a strange and wonderful support for this new time.
I’d drop “a little,’ in L1, in L2, “several,’
sounds redundent since “geese,” is pludal, how about:
sick today,
geese clear the mountain
while I count them
best,
Gene
seven feathered friends
waddle road before me
honking, u-p–t-h-e-y—f–l–e–w
Moving and personal. Are these geese rated to Yate’s swans?
morning walk
the therapeutic mist
shrouding the mountain
Tilted towards clouds
Face being washed by the rain
Cleansing to my soul.
When I opened Beth Rankin Cambell’s Haiku and clicked on her blue printed name, a porno site called Barney’s Homepage appeared. Why? Why is porno on this poetry site? Whoever is doing this, is a sicko.
grey skies, no break
where pale moon was, yesterday …
her resounding goodbye
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