“this is not a poem” she complained, “there is no rhyme” I shrugged, “it’s haiku” References: Rhyme Daily Prompts The Daily Post Photograph: mine, I took it when I was living in Japan. I don’t […]
magnetic true north
trusting a compass, you’re lost
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Jun Fujita (1888-1963), photojournalist, poet
Jun Fujita shot
Chicago massacre scene
known too for tanka
Both tankas below by Jun Fujita published in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. June 1921.
Through the resting trees
A petal —
no fancy label
dignified at birth; simple
love my lived-in jeans
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the skin I inhabit
growing older but inside
I’m still 28
an old poem I wrote
the anxiety of youth
some things I don’t miss
A few senryu thoughts on sync, synchronize, synchronicity
It’s so visceral
he said, on reading my poem
huh? what does that mean?
Back in my twenties, I shared my poems with my friends at work, the post office. Mike B. made that comment. We were so young back then, in our twenties, a bunch of us.
Hey! Oozing faucet
Voracious slime eating folks
Remember the Blob?
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“How little do they see what is, who frame their hasty judgments upon that which seems.” ― quote by Robert Southey
quelled by his grimace
fearful strangers never glimpse