Bossa-Nova girl
loose, lime green silk pants, black boots
saxophone boy wails
cachinnate lady
hot autumn night, loon echoes
bright as snow moon
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JPHart / Fiction
If fiction is dead, reality is not far behind.
J.P. Hart
- Location
- Location,
- Birthday
- December 31
- Bio
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Sleep: our paradigm/
of the universe to keep/
through a constant night
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Daybreak young bucks joust
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Antlers clash, wet flank muscle
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Sunlit snow showers, night
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nothing but blue sky
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even the half moon stood still
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night's watch, as birds fought
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magnolia fire
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as the swan swims, rain fell cold
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flowers light the pond
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*Yes. That was me at Kmart in sunglasses asking for Van Morrison's
Greatest Hits.
Pleased to meet you!
MY RECENT POSTS
- ODE: No Piano Hidden Today
May 26, 2012 01:58PM - Kafka Woke Me
May 19, 2012 09:27AM - Deeply from the Sixty-Six
May 16, 2012 08:01AM - Poem Not About Poetry
May 12, 2012 09:05AM - Dead Bird
April 29, 2012 01:15PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Thanks Gerald.
I
should have qualified the poem
as an excerpt from a
larger
5,600…”
May 27, 2012 11:32AM - “Read, rated,
bumped.”
May 26, 2012 10:36PM - “Howdy hi
gentlemen.
The older I get
the more I sit. A rain shower
rolled over
opp…”
May 26, 2012 04:06PM - “I've the annual report
here. Sky's the
limit--philosophically
and
financially!…”
May 24, 2012 08:21AM - “cool work. The image
enlightens the voila of your
words,
BD.
Hush my mouth
if mus…”
May 24, 2012 07:30AM
J.P. Hart's Links
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jmac1949
Salon.com
Comments
I'm w/KG, never saw that word before
snowy rose wilted
cranberry tatters beckon
dark night leaves learning
the humility of the poet before what one might construe as the cruelty of chaos while allowing the resonance of so-called 'natural order'. As an example:
snowflake, glacier
sundog squints afore blue sky
frozen sea, blindness
I appreciate the the discourse and recognition, KG, DEW. Hartscape is usually open until the (squeezes lime on ice cube) cows come home. (swishes lime-laced ice water, swirls glass)
snowy rose wilted
cranberry tatters beckon
dark night leaves learning
(re-splashes vodka in bigger glass, diligently quarters lime with ginzo paring knife, looks at totem-pole like insignia on American Spirit cigarette stub just between filter and orange/grey tip, regrets having lost last comment due to 6% remaining battery life on Toshiba, scurries (wd. overused if you know what I mean) for power cord, notes that he spends more on electronic connectivity than his IRA, slows typing to shift through multivariate popsongs, resumes typing, wondering if he should tell reader that MSFT just imposed updates (something was lost, something was gained) cogni
snowy rose wilted
cranberry tatters beckon
dark night leaves learning
Please allow:
wilted bright snow rose
cranberry tatters beckon (what? tatters or tae'ters as affectionate slang for potatoes? How about: cranberry waters beckon? Okay?)
wilted bright snow rose
cranberry waters beckon
leaves burning, dark night
You've got the beat, anyway. Just sayin':)
Great balance to your
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
compliment but have you said
1 2 3 4 5
nice guys finish last
Saw dat ad copy scribes
sell dem product in dozen
flash word epigrams
whilst dees real haiku
artists see winter
sneak up whilst dey dream summer
whilst wet leaves weep