swaying along with the red pine dragonfly --Seegan Mabesoone アカマツに揺れを合わせてトンボ　マブソン青眼 From his book Dream Time (ドリームタイム, 2025) #haiku #gendaihaiku #mukuku #translation

Nymph Opal fire eyes defy man speak brocaded words Unseen, ripest flesh her wanton figure shames naked verse- Saturn's rings don't touch such full curves how hold tongue? Not a heart not written alphabet nor stars in blue alignments Map the forest spell she casts glancing us

Before National Fox Day comes to an end, I have to share one of my all time favourites I’ve ever got. Anddd it was taken with my phone😅

#vss365 #micropoem TREMORS After the quarrel we walked the ridge trail. The air tasted of sage. You stopped to touch a juniper trunk— twisted, lightning-burnt, still alive. Your fingers carried the scent into my hair, and I thought of how trees survive by breaking, yielding.

Today a severely handicapped young girl with the biggest smile I've ever seen gave me an education in grace. A dear friend was reunited with a loved one, and I received my own copy of a book of poems that has been some time in the making. Today I'm wholly blessed & thankful! 🦁❤️

by the fire last night, his smile was a farewell Issa

#vss365 THE FREQUENCY OF ABSENCE In dreams your voice arrives in fragments, like a radio losing signal— half a sentence, then static. I draw closer, but the silence is infinite, a canyon of absence. The body remembers tones the mind can’t keep. Even in sleep, I answer to you.

The deer, faster than I can think, a few feet from my bumper pirouettes into the forest leaving me agape I whisper a prayer to the light that guides the deer to safety and leaves me trembling in one piece #sedserio markgordonauthor.com

O childhood, sacred shrine to old age, I want all your dead leaves at once back again to bury me in poetry, dancing galaxies, the beauty of a thousand flying dragons.

Marmite creeks new birth stares at old brick dizzy air darkening minutes each collected grudge selfish eyes reek they won't be featuring in movie style performances until it's done #poem #poetry #micropoetry

Waves rise not to return, they claw at the horizon.. breaking form.. breaking turn. Salt in the wind tastes like rotten confessions.. the insanity of ocean is a mirror of obsessions.

Every poet's first allegiance is to the kingdom of Love. Now if you're asking yourself "where is such a place, and what are its borders?" That's why we need poets.

we had rags and scoured for food. the warlords had us in a tight grip. there was nothing. #excerpt

there are gatekeepers-- cartoonishly attractive guys with long flowing black hair. they eye me suspiciously. #excerpt

they separated me from my wife all in the name of something in the manuscript. i tell you, they will not find anything. (the scientist Ari Lieman). #excerpt

at British Lenore's the sliding glass doors. i go in. she's in the shower. she must be tired of seeing me but she hides it well. #excerpt

fog enshrouds the town as we go in the car to our jobs. the one man their leader tolerates me, thank God. the jalopy rolls along. #excerpt

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