Daily Archives: April 17, 2014

Shakuhachi (flute)

Posted on April 17, 2014 by purplepeninportland

One note of the shakuhachi resounds endlessly piercing the winter clouds (c) Soen Nakagawa Sound of the flute attracts Birds fly in the same rhythm Children seek out flute (c) Sara McNulty Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai/#87/”one note … Continue reading →

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Children Have the Power

Posted on April 17, 2014 by purplepeninportland

Children dance, sing a song of glory, rights, and vision. Simple spell that grows and ripples from brother to sister. They keep the site of the towers in their sight. Spirals of smoke, rats scurrying, black crows cawing, but children … Continue reading →

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Fallen Star

Posted on April 17, 2014 by purplepeninportland

In rape case, accuser never wins. Crime concerns no star. Source: New York Time, April 16, 2014, “A Star Player Accused, and a Flawed Rape Investigation” “Imagine a prisoner whose supply of paper is restricted. To put it to fullest … Continue reading →

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On Holiday (a limerick)

Posted on April 17, 2014 by purplepeninportland

On holiday, he met a bloke, and offered him a line of coke He went to the loo Returned to guess who? A cop who said, “Mate, you’re a joke.” Written for http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com Mid week Motif/Holy Days and Holidays Pick … Continue reading →

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I Must Tell You

Posted on April 17, 2014 by purplepeninportland

It behooves me as a friend,to give you a chance to endyour union with Mr. Wrong.He came along–but on lend. Written for Creative Bloomings InForm: Englyn cyrch (Welsh and Cornish form) 4-line stanzas, 7 syllable lines. Lines 1,2, & 4 … Continue reading →

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Passing of the Light

Posted on April 17, 2014 by purplepeninportland

I lament the passingof your curvaceous shape,and the way you turnedon, lighting a room. You canstill be found in dark back roomsof hardware stores where peoplestill have a soft spot in their heartsfor you. Your replacement does nothold a glow … Continue reading →