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Rounding the brick edge
a wind to whip loose my hair, shirt —
sidewalk sailing gust

Poetry of the Sea

I suppose it’s rather late to mention but the yearly poetry month program of a poem a day selected from U.S. primary and secondary schools is still all up .

Look at the wisdom of a grade 4 student, Mariella:

You tell me that it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten

Thinkers, feelers and expressers aren’t constrained by age.

btw, you know May 1st is the e-book free-for-all of electronic poetry books being downloadable from Rick’s Poetry Superhighway? [Details]

fingering the gauntlet of day (April ghazal)
spring-brown grass sparrows
where people wait for buses
non-paths bulge hard-packed
low wet edge twist treads with shifted weights
wait there is time yet to procrastinate wart
worry slip toe mudded delicious sink
wind river lashed rain
dash for cover is for others hermetic skin
long shrift skywaterland silvered all 
is tact and tactile past words shiver
to clouds down is abstracted seamless
without glasses branch ends peter out
buds will surround the downtown
a glass holds water as you hold me
moments of grasp are subjected to 
leaden arms might lead to 
embrace strop of cock 
crow tomorrow’s skyline erased
climate controlled thought scratchy dry
reheat us the winter tuber watery
bland waiting for profuse green May might
eventually is a luxury we fester
in individual darks
squared away re-re-retidied rooms
bed-caught by practical
sigh the cross of shadow ribbons
a gift box from window to ceiling
mullion blacker than sky’s night
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Not hitting the original ghazal form nor modern shape in Canada but maybe the draft will become something.

An earth day awareness of being on a lake surface….
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cliff’s treeline higher
water table dropped again
canoe-view: tiers dry
rockface lines calcified
guilty wince for new well drilled

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From One Deep Breath Prompt. If you’ll go around, don’t miss Trailing Light with her line on gardening about manna on my spade or Mike McCulley’s set of haiku including the profound observation,

“to build a web
it takes
one spider“

Watch 2 poets compose poems in real time. 15 minutes worth of it being composed at QuickMuse or have google make a random string form poem (Would this be computer-generated flarf?)