Linked Forms, Sequences and Contrapuntal Poetry
edited by Clayton Beach
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- Written by: Jenny Ward Angyal
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- Written by: Michelle Hyatt & Jacob Salzer
primordial hum
in the Buddha garden…
morning rain
lost in plum blossoms
the sound of a bee
tupelo wine
my sudden laughter
as we tango
a pause in our footsteps
on the wooden bridge
dormant evergreens
beneath the weight
of the Cold Moon
deep snow in the city
the homeless man's dream
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morning traffic
outside the coffee shop
two friends chatting
a balmy breeze, your scent
through an open window
on a park bench
where lovers once kissed
rustling leaves
a spotless fawn listens
in a field of golden wheat
Gilmour's guitar solo
the eagle's long flight
over a sunlit stream
spilling over the edge
the youth of a thousand years
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bear claw scratches
in the old oak tree…
traces through my past
into the deep cave
echoes of a storm
gilded age
she changes her name
to Moonchild
loud summer wedding
the march of ants
on temple steps
signs point the way
to purification
steep mountain trail…
the monk's silence
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rock concert
the river ice melts
into a song
from the center of two flames
midnight blue
our first hug
on a long journey
the blur of a train
dissolving in the overstory
all the straight edges
oat stalks sway
around a rusted tractor
Harvest Moon
evanescent shadows
a turn in the labyrinth
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steady drumbeat…
rumbles
through a canyon
a trumpet solo's fading note
summer sunset
sunken treasure
kept in eternity
the day’s remains
grandma’s ashes…
the first day of spring
in a meadow
of daffodils
will we meet again?
dim lights on the horizon
the endless sea
Michelle Hyatt, Canada
Jacob D. Salzer, USA
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- Written by: Roberta Beach Jacobson
teatime no worries about the clock
flood stage three
she grabs her cat
and her teas
teacups sometimes fairies visit
he invites me
for afternoon tea
I never leave
steeping exactly three minutes
evening tea
chocolate
in the cookie
witches at the cauldron tea
divorce
they split up
their teas
Darjeeling I drink in the steam
stirring
rounds in our
evening tea
sharing tea as the ship sinks
wrap-curled oolong
black dragon
of teas
slicing lemons for our tea
we shop
for Earl Grey
I fall in love
tea skills wisdom from the masters
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- Written by: Lorraine Haig
ochre rock
ground to a paste
spirit shadows dance
from the flames
from a rotting log
the quoll
begins its hunt
crescent moon
a black beetle’s
long journey
climbing
the mountain ash
milky way
the light of stars
in the lens
of his camera
those indigo skies
the nights we spend
gazing
into moon-washed hills
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dawnlight
droplets of dew
on pink plum blossoms
garden pond
a frog turns into stone
dusty mirror
another déjà vu
in V formation
lights out in the valley
the elder tells his story
soft lullaby
as she cradles her baby
the scent of honey
summer sunrise
father sips a cup of coffee
warm layers
the first snow
bathed in moonlight
under one blanket
rose oil on her skin
rising incense…
two lovers share
their secrets
morning fog
the forest fills with birdsong
call to prayer
my skirt fringes become one
with seagrass
combing the old stray cat
winter wind
faint whispers
the subway rattles
in the dark
plucking a guitar string
the room fills with tension
wedding day
a butterfly flies between
the groom and the bride
under the silk chuppah
candles glimmer in a breeze
glimpsed behind
drifting storm clouds
harvest moon
pumpkin patch
so many faces in the crowd
orange streetlight
a wrinkled leaf falls
without a sound
melting into a shadow
the doe’s eyes
half-open window
an orb spider rebuilds
her web
a dreamcatcher spins
above his pillow
nascent breath
in Sakura blossoms…
the birth of a star
spring evening
the child scribbles her first poem
Michelle Hyatt, Canada
Jacob Salzer, USA
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- Written by: Jenny Ward Angyal
Ephemera
no leaf stirs. . .
yet mist rising
from the water's surface
. . . . . . . .swirls
in slender vortices of light
a feather
floats from empty air
into my mind
the desire comes
to live as lightly
mayflies
on a sunlit stream . . .
riding
the earth’s soft breath
into a single dusk
grass bows down
before the wind
and grass rises . . .
the valves of my heart
open and close
the wind harp
in my narrow room
sings
on a whispering breeze
harmonics are enough
Quicksilver
in old age
I dream once more
of horses
opalescent as the mist
wheeling around me
dappled
with moonlight
a mare stops
to touch my hand . . .
velvet breath
I twine
my fingers
in the wind’s
wild mane . . .
follow, follow
crossing
a river of starlight . . .
the current
carries us swiftly
toward the sea
a glint
of fools’ gold
as we reach
the farther shore
the scent of thyme
Spindrift
a swirl of birds
across the winter sky . . .
I sing
the shifting shapes
of star and starling
my song
has no words,
or only one—
the syllable that seeds
both emptiness and form
no name
for the no-thing
that flings up foam
and draws it back again—
this froth of stone and oak
I am a leaf
caught in an eddy
singing
my way downriver
to the distant sea
silver fish
dancing on moonlit ripples
don’t die
when the wind dies down. . .
they were always water
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delicate sounds
of the early spring
taking time
to melt the waterfall
shining in the sun
sound of rain
outside my bedroom
morning lullaby
soft drops
of humidity
in Tokyo
no one notices
my tears
shall I go. . .
shall I stay?
the absence of thunder
pouring
your favorite
blueberry tea
under the stars
scent of firewood
cloudless skies
seedlings after
last year’s ashes
by Mariko Kitakubo and Deborah P Kolodji
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- Written by: Mariko Kitakubo & Deborah P Kolodji
wiping off
and wiping off
the dark. . .
footsteps
in the cloud
foggy morning
searching for a ray of light
within the gray
I can't see
my fairy shoes
in the weeds
trapped by gravity
within the haze
blurry-eyed
a bee dusts
the pollen
loving
your crossed
fingers...
a bottle of mead
across the ocean
outstretched wings
the scan beep
of a boarding pass
Mariko Kitakubo & Deborah P Kolodji
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- Written by: Ann K. Schwader & Deborah P Kolodji
warm breath
catches at the door . . .
too much night
flicker of recognition
before the power outage
plenty of time
to tell stars from planets
thick silence
singles night
at the stardust ballroom
his ring
driving till dawn
no other lights
dark galaxy
caught in the cloud
of lies
Ann K. Schwader & Deborah P Kolodji