windswept —
beyond the rippled snow
the rippled lake
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My creative interest lies in the opportunities for collaborative poetry projects on the internet. I have been able to work with poets from Europe, Australia, Asia, and from coast to coast in the US. I currently reside in nyc and on the world wide web.
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Repetition (in this case, the word “rippled”) is a tricky thing in poetry–especially haiku, since they’re so short. However, I think you pull it off beautifully. :)
horrorific Baltic Sea storm
windswept tourist ship
-thoughts of watery grave
my rustling hair
beyond the walkway
rippled lake
Repetition (in this case, the word “rippled”) is a tricky thing in poetry–especially haiku, since they’re so short. However, I think you pull it off beautifully. :)
moma tour
after duchamp
the men’s room
Dear Hortense-
enjoyed the sound, movement, & colors of this poem,
so honest, vivid, real & “beyond.”
Sincerely,
Gene
continuing to rain
dreary wintry day
her tears after the loss
–
so cold the day
endless rain-
extinguished the sun
–
Thank you very much. My mother, Enola M. Borgh, died peacefully on Friday. She would have been 87 on January 26.
BEYOND…no more suffering…and still with us
As always, poetry heals
winter surf
a patch of grass bristles on a dune
animated leaves –
a flash of lightning
between grey clouds rising
Lake mirror:
snow drifts and snowmen
moulded by wind
rippled lake
dusk fades the bed comforter
wintry evening
voice calling out
here i am