Short Grapevines Poems

pathway back to woods 
grapevines twisted through fence line 
priceless memories...

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Exasperated

crumpled paper, floor
grapevines, leaves on frozen ground
poet, midnight moon

Robert J. Lindley, 4-19-2018
Haiku, ( heartache)...

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                                         Grapevines
                                            Entwine...

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Withered the grapevines,
Consumed by wine connoisseurs.
Dust settles around what could have been.
A glorious monument shriveled with sin.
Sun scorthing the earth. Nothing shall live.
The most powerful fist, hand open to give.
Remains clenched at the site.
For you to forgive....

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E-arly second January,
R-ise of the sun has begun;
L-ight Monday morning
I-s bringing some fun.
N-o more Sunday smoke,
D-ust, mist, and haze;
A-ll shadows have vanished into the darkest place.

U-nderneath the blue sky,
R-ain is nowhere to be found;
E-vening chill disappears,
T-he grapevines
A-bound....

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Time was once a letter sent
A thinly packaged salutation
Revealing reads and rushes
A content discourse situation

Story lines entwined grapevines
Most privately complicit
A baton passed a relay cast
Too confidential to elicit

Artistic flair in swirling script
Stylish prose self styled emphatic
A photographic written pose
Of diatonic scale chromatic...

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day break is dawning
I captured the moon yawning
while the sun was getting dressed
I heard cars rolling over 
the wet pavement from the mist 
of the morning dew the smell of wild 
open granduer arouses my memory
of colonial pastures and beckoning hues
the crawling grapevines creeping around 
the banyan trees of warm wood cold rock 
crisp cedar too why day break is dawning 
its dawning anew...

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Gravel road winds up to the gate
    logs from a bygone era, sturdy
      electrified now, to keep out ~
        or perhaps to keep in ~

  The cowshed, chicken coop
    scraggly gardens and grapevines
  all still there, the ground still bare
    desert sand, flies around
      but no one dies of thirst... 

  Paint's peeling, metal's rusting
    fragrance carried on the air
  Paradise once for this sixty-year-old-lad
    walking the fields, remembering dad...

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