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vircapio gale Sep 2012
bark rubs
on skin in quiet wood--
mind grown still
vircapio gale Sep 2012
i will succeed.
biding time, meaning can come later

the forest is burning
with memories of other less important species

imposing dogma, please stop looking at my throat;
i need you though
deep inside
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i will fail.
allow this meaning to escape for now

the forest is dark
the memory of how i came, dim

yield up truth for later ages, words;
i have no need for you
otherwise than out
vircapio gale Sep 2012
angeloi sing--
drowning out our dialogue
sounds heard elsewhere
i'm yet to avoid the senryu-reflection here

"messengers"/"cicadas"/"angeloi"
vircapio gale Sep 2012
'                                                                ­           mouse caught stealing gorp
                                                            ­                                         flies from bag to fire ring--
                                                          ­                                           deeper sleep






















<:~
it was an accident, i love rodents, 'gorp' is trail-mix
vircapio gale Sep 2012
mossy          semblances
of childhood softening

growth    a reverie

nervure crisps of windfall brown
scent          autumnal         stillness
in the gather-warmth, beading
      sweater gems of sweat--

thorns recur in green
as spiraled lusts evanesce;
bright        helix         rising
vircapio gale Sep 2012
cold summer dawn--
        white cloud of moose breath, eight feet high:
                                                           ­        no bear after all
vircapio gale Sep 2012
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                  sunlit feather,
   frays cut a shadow
of barbed wire






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this morning i made 'barbed shadow-wire' by turning the 'barbs' of a feather in my car vent into and away from the sun, and instantly thought of Angelou's, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, and Dunbar's, Sympathy.  even commutes to work can be poetic.
the fact that 'feather' and 'wire' form a slant rhyme, and that the 'barbed wire' is a kind of metaphor (even though the shadow really looked like barbed wire!)--all this sort of bucks haiku tradition (though some classic haiku do use metaphor and rhyme on rare occasions). and this isn't really a senryu, right, since it's not funny or about... well i guess maybe it could be about human nature.  either way, would be curious as to what haiku float your boat and which ones seem like just a joke ;) even if this is one of them, or doesn't it constitute a flout?
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