Triparshva
: Tarried Road Workers
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Side 1
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tarried road workers
vacuum crunchy leaves —
this windy day |
bat |
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a wisp of wood smoke
trailing scents of summers passed |
moi |
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light sketches
of the poet's desk lamp
in charcoal |
sprite |
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with my painted face
I can go anywhere |
bat |
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pale clown of the night
do you think we can laugh
when it's that cold? |
sprite |
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turning cartwheels slowly
slow, rumble to a halt |
moi |
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Side 2
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into the compost
a decade-nurtured plant
pulled as a weed |
bat |
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put that in your Rizla
and twist it! |
moi |
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24 years in a cellar!
well... yes... reality
stranger than fiction |
sprite |
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upturned rocks
an echidna´s night of ecstasy |
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diamonds for ever
but never marry in haste
or repent at leisure |
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my god, what have we done?
Enola Gay's commander |
moi |
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her little boy lost
calls double zero seven
not triple O |
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a vast emptiness settles
across the harvested fields |
sprite |
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mellow chords
moonlight sonata
on the Broadwood |
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turning, a forest vying
with the sun’s setting |
moi |
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Side 3 |
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ocean deep
the dreams of lost cities
rise in bubbles |
sprite |
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beauty's alarm clock
set for a solstice |
moi |
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green tea for two
her satin kimono
against my skin |
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the old queen reminisces
his salad days |
moi |
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she used to say
never to bring hawthorn
inside the house |
sprite |
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despite those clouds a
song
blithe sprite of the spring |
moi |
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Participants:
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Barbara A Taylor (Australia) |
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Moira Richards (South Africa) |
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Claire Chatelet (UK) |
Composed via the internet, 15 April – 10 July 2008
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