LeRoy Gorman writes mostly minimalist and visual poetry. His most recent book, fast enough to leave this world, is one of tanka published by Inkling Press, Edmonton. More information on his writing can be found at the American Haiku Archives where he served as Honorary Curator for 2012-2013 (http://www.americanhaikuarchives.org/curators/LeroyGorman.html).
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__ Nifty, Leroy, the peonies that bow to those they see… caused this: imagined, the same words in sound, are a different sight of mind. _m
from the bough
eyes watch these colors fly
painted leaves
__ Nifty, Leroy, the peonies that bow to those they see… caused this: imagined, the same words in sound, are a different sight of mind. _m
from the bough
eyes watch these colors fly
painted leaves
This poem conveys the subtle and ever-present spirit of haiku. By paying attention to the easily overlooked — the peonies — we return their bow.
a tuft of moss
brightening
the shortest day
I love the word play in”bow”
Excellent Leroy!
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peony bed
the wind lets loose
an arrow
always hiding behind the arctic poppy shadow