Friday, June 23, 2017

beyond count

Pinpricks in the sky,
Like budding cherry blossoms -
A lace made of light. Night pulls
covers over us, way way way out past
cities making wishes. A shooting star
hovers, one syllable over
in the otherwise straight line
of God's haiku
at

8 comments:

  1. dogimoJune 23, 2017 at 9:13 AM

    The first five, seven five of this poem are STOLEN.

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  2. MelJune 23, 2017 at 3:35 PM

    Not at all. They were a gift, like a blossom on a cherry tree.

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  3. dogimoJune 24, 2017 at 12:25 AM

    One time somebody gave me a kite with no strings attached.

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  4. MelJune 24, 2017 at 3:11 PM

    Stringless kite adrift
    Wanting nothing in return
    Never to return

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  5. MelJune 24, 2017 at 3:34 PM

    Also, I'll need your usual beautiful clarity to help me understand this!

    Olbers's paradox

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  6. dogimoJune 25, 2017 at 9:56 AM

    Ready when you are!

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  7. dogimoJuly 23, 2017 at 7:36 PM

    Stringless kite adrift
    Wanting nothing in return
    Never to return
    like a freely-given gift

    you've been secretly admired, and so
    you trail along -
    ever after under it, just
    to spot some one.


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  8. dogimoAugust 24, 2017 at 4:27 PM

    Hm. I don't appear ever to have made that "stringless kite" bit a poem of its own.

    Remedied!

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