Triparshva
: Showing Through
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sunrise—
I can see some daffodils
showing through
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Doreen King |
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patches of snow linger
all over the garden
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Frank Williams |
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by the day's end
the mirror pond
has no sky
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Doreen |
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baby wakes her up
from a lovely dream
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Frank |
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sultry evening,
on the tide a jellyfish
slips into the moon
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Doreen |
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a ship in a bottle
adorns the mantelpiece
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Frank |
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* * * *
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a filthy stoker
gets up a head of steam
for the scenic train
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Doreen |
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buried in ice the feet
of a leaping stone frog
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Doreen |
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twelfth night,
all the decorations
packed carefully away
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Frank |
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light on her gift locket
reflects a bright cerise
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Doreen |
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what happened
to the gentle soul
in our wedding book?
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Frank |
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the monpe* she wears for him
now thin and frayed
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Doreen |
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even after five years
still I can’t cope with
sorting out her things
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Frank |
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some dappled ponies are
what October mist takes
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Doreen |
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low in the heavens
an orange harvest moon
so large, so bright
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Frank |
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sounds like a whispered goodbye
from the baring oak tree
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Doreen |
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* * * *
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her words/his words,
wet things weighing down
the washing line
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Doreen |
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into a warm hazy dusk
the fishing fleet sails
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Frank |
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for members only
seminar chairs are arranged
in a close circle
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Doreen |
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their dreams rise and fall
at the kite festival
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Frank |
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storm over,
my new basket full
of cherry blossoms
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Doreen |
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out of the blue yonder
the first cuckoo call
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Frank |
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* Monpe (or monpei) are simple pants,
usually worn by tradesmen and field workers in Japan.
Participants:
Frank WIlliams (England)
Doreen King (England)
Composed by snail mail 26 March to 13 July, 2007
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