
'he never calls' photo prompt by Rob Hanson
notes you left on a wrinkled sky
that’s never blue always a heartless hue bruises
no sun can stand
shifts eternity imposes: no mere pauses—
your convenient absence these slashes
on tender paper you tore off the back of my palm
excuses I proffer—my veins throb so
in your presence—you deride lips smacking
on listless air my shroud
under a waiting sky, wilting
no one knows why
who but the heart
that knows knows when a smile
alights on a voice
who among the spaces senses
a smile as it wings its path to the heart
that knows
a flight quite swift aboard a voice still quite
mute its ring a sound only when it alights
on the heart that knows knows
what that smile knows knows its birth in the heart
only the heart that knows knows
why waiting
wilts the sky
Posted for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry from an image prompt by Rob Hanson in this inimitbale gathering place of poets and artists.Cenck us out. Better yet, hop in!
June 12, 2011
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1.
trimming the tree–
a cat’s frame
not a star
2.
winter full moon—
the missing napkin ring
beside the Star
–haiku for jornales friends with my wishes for the most of yours during this Christmas season and the new Year!
The lunar eclipse saluted us first, extravagantly, too, and the winter full moon sails on into our wishes among the constellations, sometimes witnessing for us who cannot see stars skidding through Light Years that will never be visible in our time. The secret in our lives is the moment, the moment lived whether fully or not, aware or not.
The moment I just learned on reading an issue of Poetry (December 2006) is thus the essence of all art. Art must not only capture it but live it for us the way we actually do but can’t fathom–in the hugeness of the universe and Time–until an artist does it for us.
You and I, newbie or master, implanted with the seed to let art blossom must take command–do we have a choice? You and I know we don’t have as it has taken over our souls, the deepset recesses of our being even, as I know from lines you generously leave here. Thank you–if I could but reinvent the word!

last winter in fornt of a dressed-up Vancouver Art Gallery when snow defaulted on Vancouver during the 2010 Winter Olympics
December 23, 2010
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haiku, poetry | alegria imperial, artist, cat, Christmas, constellations, Daily wage, full moon, haiku, haiku moment, Light Years, New Year, poetry, ring, secret, time, trimming the tree, universe |
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through shedding arcs
up the sand hill down the slide
i make a short cut to my wedding
my veil tangled in a hail
of magnolia endings
six heads bob over the hedge but
a man selling balloons i pull up
a picture the sun
fades in my hand my ring turns
blue in autumn rain
i gawk on my mud-soaked feet
pigeons i startle whoosh up
spray the sky
as seagulls prancing stomp
on my impaled shadow
on my wall i let go of daylight
on the window ledge
my cabbage roses wilt
on leaf tips I glimpse my tears
dripping from my shredded heart
December 14, 2010
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free verse, poetry | alegria imperial, autumn, balloons, cabbage roses, Daily wage, haiku, jornales, magnolia, mutate, pigeons, ring, sand hill, seagulls, shadow, shredded heart, tears, wedding |
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