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704 · Apr 2012
i-ching
joanna dibble Apr 2012
ink-dark brushstrokes_ cross-hatched cloud-lines across lavender sky
699 · Apr 2012
plow
joanna dibble Apr 2012
long straight furrows' futile attempts to rule unruly Nature...
694 · Mar 2012
deep woods [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
in piney woods rotted slave shack stands defined by daffodils
692 · Apr 2012
milky way
joanna dibble Apr 2012
in velvet sky, the endless band of distant stars arcing into forever.
685 · Apr 2012
becoming
joanna dibble Apr 2012
Soul settled deep in this nest of solitude, incubating Self
680 · Mar 2012
no boundaries [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
ink-blue fog bleeds into rippling waters_no horizon
673 · Mar 2012
3 haiku
joanna dibble Mar 2012
forgive everyone
the greatest teachers often
inflict the most pain

small cricket
sings in clothes dryer
laundry can wait

four leaf clover
pressed in dictionary
dried up good luck
let me just say that slavish devotion to traditional 5-7-5 form is not a golden rule. my teacher's opinion was these attempts (in english) are often awkward, reaching for spare syllables that take away from the beauty of the poem.
i believe the purity of the image transcends the number of syllables.
658 · Mar 2012
terminated [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
deep in our hearts we tend the grave-yard's tiny tilted markers
657 · Mar 2012
spider in fog
joanna dibble Mar 2012
she tiptoes amidst
a thousand pearls
as if walking in air
655 · Mar 2012
sylvia
joanna dibble Mar 2012
poet's red heart
crushed by cruel inattention
in agony, her voice found...
with ecstatic precision
her final words
pierce her illusions
in a blaze of glory
634 · Mar 2012
senyru [ one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
river willow deep-rooted in crumbling bank sways in flood's wild currents
607 · Apr 2012
clearcut [one stroke]
joanna dibble Apr 2012
the sharp smell of fresh-logged pines bleeding pungent sap.
607 · Apr 2012
healed
joanna dibble Apr 2012
this ruby heart cross-hatched with lifetime scars of love-songs lost
joanna dibble Mar 2012
a book, a man and a flask may be
such lovely comfort_ certainly
the woven tongues and salted sweat
eternal love declared, and yet
the bottle's dry, the man is spent
the plot is dull, so from his tent
she flies away_as quick as she can
and finds herself another man.
587 · Mar 2012
grieving [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
pointless re-pinings exacerbate my sorrow for paradise lost
584 · Mar 2012
back-lit [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
gentle fog dissolves at sunrise leaving trees hung with brief diamonds
569 · Feb 2012
heart
joanna dibble Feb 2012
is the illusion of love
preferable to love no longer?
even a shriveled heart
dry as a prune
grows plump with tears
for what is not there.
561 · Mar 2012
insight [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
what fun!
522 · Feb 2012
perhaps
joanna dibble Feb 2012
perhaps, madness lies in belief
the illusion that
all is well.
that everyone else gets by
coping with daily life
their dreams unscathed
their clarity intact
their mirrors, untarnished
un-muddied pools.
522 · Mar 2012
dreaming world
joanna dibble Mar 2012
elusive illusion
desires and fantasies
illusive elusion
520 · Mar 2012
wedding [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
faint shadow of sorrow_paradise lost behind heart overflowing with joy
509 · Mar 2012
heat [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
our bodies not touching beneath sticky sheets_woven tongues
485 · Apr 2012
play
joanna dibble Apr 2012
hold tight to aimless golden hours of childhood_ stay in saturday.

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