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Jim Wilson Poem
The sun sets slowly
Colors of the summer sky
Spacious and holy
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A Renga for Poetry Soup:
Meander
Time and the river
Endless silver morning
Autumn leaves float by
Shimmering streaming mountains
Pines swaying in constant winds
Morning mirror
Another gray hair
Ah! the wind of time
Spring's last daffodil
Plucked for a dinner paty
Diamond blue fragments
Reflecting off stream waters
Another moonrise
Sunset colors disappear
Shooting stars
Campfire sparks
Fresh fish and conversation
Embracing shadows
How many friends have vanished?
Canyon echoes
Retirement time
Facing all the could-have-beens
Tears in whiskey
Quietly at the gravesite
For her long dead daughter
Rolling ocean waves
At the sunset horizon
A ship disappears
Dry pine needles underfoot
In the distance, tolling bells
The sound of a car
Approaching - disappearing
Sleepless night
Between the windowsill plants
A single moth, dry as dust
Cloud shrouded moon
Moire patterns fill the sky
Wandering ghosts
Great grandfather's photograph
Fading before my eyes
Dried flowers
Holding a spider's web
Sunrise
Children building sandcastles
The sound of waves and laughter
The old phonograph
A song from long ago
A shaft of dust-light
Sitting on a redwood stump
A logger counts his wages
Stopping to listen
An unknown bird's mournful song
Fern embroidery
Seeds on the wind drifting by
Tea kettle whistles
In the dazzling sunlight
Achingly white billow clouds
Ring of blue
A drone of mid-day falling
On the autumn wind meadow
A hawk ascending
Call of triumph echoing
A trout in her talons
Smoke from the hermit's cabin
No one remembers his name
Winter rain
The dry emerald brook
Resurrection
Waking from a flight filled dream
Facing the machine filled day
Watching the moon set
Chaotic starshine appears
Orion's embrace
Singing satellites sparkle
Between the winter branches
River of wonder
Filling the child's eyes
Christmas morning
Bright snow on the open field
Melting in the winter thaw
All that I can find
Of the homesteader's church --
The empty window frame
Spring breeze rustling the old tree
The sound of grass and lilacs
The old woman
Serves herself a cup of tea
With her memories
Forest boulder
April rain
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Good Friends:
This is a 12 Verse Solo Renga; it is in the Junicho form:
Apple Blossoms
Cool in the morning
A few leaves are still clinging
To a few branches
Is it Monday or Tuesday?
Days of retirement blend
Dry snowflakes falling,
Like white dust on the dry ground,
Scatter in the wind
As a stranger's car drives by
Exceeding the speed limit
While clucking her tongue
She disapproves of the way
Children act today
Opinions fill cyberspace
There's no time for calm or grace
A few grains of sand
Shifting at the river's edge
Ripple the surface
Sharp rays of intense sunlight
Sweat descends into the eyes
As she adds water
To her small garden fountain
In her small front yard
The shadow of her lover
Approaching with the full moon
Briefly the wind holds
The scent of apple blossoms,
The sound of an owl
"I knew you'd be here tonight."
Wave upon wave of silence
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I enjoy watching
Clothes tumble in the dryer
At the laundromat;
It reminds me of sunset
And its swiftly changing hues.
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The grove of redwoods;
Silent, an ancient stillness,
Soothing and serene --
I once saw a goddess there,
Eyes of night and starlight hair.
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Graceful
Like an iris
Touched by the morning light
The subtle sense of the presence
Of God
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The first crescent moon
Following the setting sun
With Saturn above
In the clear December sky
I send a wish to a star
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There is so much hate
And so much malevolence
At times I despair;
At the end of an alley
Blades of grass by the garbage.
Copyright © Jim Wilson | Year Posted 2008
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A Renga:
Midmorning sunlight
White roses climbing the fence
Next to the driveway
On a Saturday in May
A rooster pecks at the ground
"It's in the details,"
The lawyer looks at the case,
Sifting evidence
Of geological time
Displayed on the canyon walls
Snow on the ledges
Shadows rapidly lengthen
As days quickly pass
Her daughter is a stranger
With friends and views of her own
Light from the stained glass window
And candles of remembrance
Mingling with the sharp incense
And the sound of falling leaves
Rolling down the street
On his well-dented skateboard
Jumpng the high curb
Busy shoppers holding bags
Purchases from here and there
Moonlight can't compete
With the glow of the city
Or the internet
This is their first face to face
They first met in cyberspace
What will people read
From the books published today
Centuries from now?
"It really doesn't matter.
I know you didn't mean it."
The afternoon heat
Makes it hard to concentrate,
To apologize
At the fountain by the store
In the city's public square
There's a rainbow in the air
Between clouds of gray and white
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Cold
Tundra
Endless white
And aurora
Night
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