published update – Just this Once (haibun)

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JUST THIS ONCE

stop talking at me—
understand the silence

I blow at it
as it runs across the keyboard
[a beautiful form] the size of a match
head with multiple legs and rounded back
translucent, bright

from the depths of its evolution
an involuntary reaction
pulling into itself

it folds up—
the tiny spider stays
very still as if under a rock
or a leaf, and I can’t see it, shining red

on the letter D
……………….. [for diversion]

you need not
shout—simply face me
when you speak

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(c) Gina

Haibun Today -September 2008

BURST publication

Its such a great looking online publication .. having launched in July.

congratulations to all involved …

I am excited to have a couple of monoku, a poem and a haiga published in their August edition -

A most enjoyable traipse through poetry, video-poetry and luverly visuals …

Do visit the publication and read some excellent poetry. I have added BURST to my blogroll.

>>> Gina

there will come a thrashing (through autumn)

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incidental layers
of thick wisteria
drift through a gap

of breezy lace
love songs
you no longer know
by heart

and the faraway
complaining
of a loon
twists
down
through
my eye

where a world
of soft rain on moss on plum
tarries in the heel
of a crescent
moon

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(c) Gina 4 February 2008

what memory makes of me

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i am left
a mended reality
here, huge pines make night
wild of bones and violets
tangled in shadow-limbs

purple with shouting flowers
where stars spin, thrown
against their own horizons
and a yellow spot, a notion

of truth becomes
the moon in my eye

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(c) GINA 10 May 2008

‘Eyes of the Poet’ anthology

each day

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like love ~
wanton, lucent
light slips through my eye, dawn
oozes into bones, breast, throat; thoughts
of you

even
the sun knows you,
my light, tides of hope shored
against our own horizons, surge
once more

you can’t
shut it out, light
dances on a breeze ~ its
not a distant thing, it just is ….
~ like love

~~~ (c) GINA

(THE O in zero)

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i am drawn
in a heart beat
by stylus pooled in jet black sumi

and deep exhale

from this point, a sphere of influence
dancing across eggshell surface
my line completes itself

upon myself

doubt scatters as
voluptuous ohhh
walks a fine line from here to there

on translucent parchment

as the sun arcs across the sky
becoming the face of the moon
in its complete, inclusive, all encompassing cycle,

so too, hand glides lightly, smoothly scribing
a planar bounded region
as line meets point with attitude

flourishing the air, completing

an imperfect zero.

(c) GINA ~

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