I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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6 January 2015

Ghosts Blow Me Kisses — random micropoetry 2014

(tanka / haiku / two lines / gogyohka)

after so long
we exchange pleasantries
as if normal —
as if years of coolness
were only imagined


13/5/14


loverless
I write erotica
why now?

10/6/14


Who loves me?
Ghosts blow me kisses.

11/6/14


saying goodbye to her
evening shadows fall

8/9/14


striped by sunlight
her purring form
remembered

13/9/14


Sydney
in climate change summer —
and she wonders
if she should buy a fan!
(Been living in England.)

1/11/14


the mystery of tea —
almost
I could forsake coffee

(after reading haiku in praise of tea)

3/11/14


Linking to Poetry Pantry #273 at Poets United.

28 comments:

  1. I love them all but most especially "who loves me? ghosts blow me kisses." Wonderful, Rosemary.

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    1. Thank you, Sherry. I found I had all these bits and pieces filed and forgotten, and thought I should do something with them. :)

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  2. Back for another read and still love best "ghosts blow me kisses" and, also, the feline form remembered. Sigh. And tea is my first go-to every morning, once I have my legs under me.

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    1. Ah, for me that first cup is ALWAYS black coffee!

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  3. Oh these are real gems, Rosemary. I understand that exchanging pleasantries. I have known situations like this too. You have captured it well. Sad about ghosts blowing kisses, but.... And, erotica...why not?

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  4. beautiful...the last one reminds me of the Darjeeling tea...

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  5. What a wonderful set of poetry. I really like the first tanka.. I can see that happening, and hopefully we can rekindle friendship.

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  6. There is so much depth of feeling in each one. What a great miscellany.

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  7. as if years of coolness
    were only imagined

    Nice to be keeping in touch irrespective of how long had been the lapse. A nice reaction is most welcomed!

    Hank

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  8. a very captivating set of short poetry. full of emotional feel.
    the second piece, the haiku, may i add, why not? :)
    and the 2-liners blew me away. so much longing in those few words.

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  9. Oh.. such a beautifully haunting set of poetry :D

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  10. The first tanka is my favourite...perfect.

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  11. tea is a hard thing to kick - ghosts blow me kisses is a wonderful image and why not write erotica..no time like the present..and it can all be followed up by high tea! Wonderful stream of images and words

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  12. Sometimes in the tea we can see many things...ah and I've had ghosts blow me kisses as I feel the breeze in a still room. A lovely series of poems, but each with it's own message.

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  13. Each one is lovely - and yes along with Sherry "ghosts blow me kisses" is just one that sings to me . What a delightful delicately written lovely collection...

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  14. Each evokes a different message, a different emotion...from humor to melancholy.

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  15. It's very nice, adore the first one esp. loving souls always next to each other, you know...~ 'Who loves me?
    Ghosts blow me kisses.' ~ reminded me read recently: 'we loved when born and died, between - we need manage somehow...' - but I hope the key in being able to love others....

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  16. interesting.. i love how you wrote it, a bit different.. love the image of ghosts blowing kisses.

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  17. Your tiny musing about writing erotica brings me joy and laughter this morning! Delightful!

    Dreams

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  18. I love the time jumps the most. There's a built in story in-between all of these poems.

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    1. Yes ... it's just my life, dear Matthew. :-)

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  19. All are lovely but 8/9/14 tears my heart in the beauty and simplicity of stated sorrow. Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura

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  20. Living with ghosts of time and person and cat--no wonder these delightful images are there for you to accumulate. Whether striped by sunlight or passion, they are blessings to you and possibilities for all of us.

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  21. I like Pearl's word, "delicate". Delicate but with deep sense imagery which is both emotive and thought provoking. Like others before me, I really like ghosts blowing kisses, but the question before it really sets it up beautifully,

    Elizabeth

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  22. Love them all. I am considering writing erotica...
    Anna :o]

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  23. The last I have already done. Tea is the drink for me.

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