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Tuesday, February 9, 2021

A Sequence in Blue

A powder-blue parallelogram, like an unplanted—field, broken

 

Blue-black ink flows from the pen

 

 

A string of sapphires, dawn’s bejeweled horizon, smoke curls off the tongue

 

The trumpet wails in mourning 

 

 

The azure summer, naked in the cloudless sky, a flight of sparrows composing

 

The poetry of shadows

 

 

#Poetry

#Haiku

#Senryu

#Tanka

#Haibun

#TheBookofSparrows




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