wind phone the mot juste of my grief Photo: John Levy
creek song a rainbow thrashing against sky sculling the undercurrent of conversation (Tan renga written by Billie Dee and Lorraine Padden)
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creek song a rainbow thrashing against sky sculling the undercurrent of conversation (Tan renga written by Billie Dee and Lorraine Padden)Lorraine A Padden (tinywords)
blue sky & then there’s the blues
jazz fest
the morning after bass
of a bullfrog
the morning after bass
of a bullfrog
calm day
the still wind chimes
play a bit of Cage
the still wind chimes
play a bit of Cage
fading light . . . she takes off her bangles to play the guitar (Originally appeared in Frogpond 48.2)
funeral hymn
time and again
the same wave resurfacing
time and again
the same wave resurfacing
no end to this grief. . . reheated tea
spring rain hearing my mother’s voice in the names of flowers
gone from us… a last bloom on her heirloom rose
morning blush
the sunset flames
in the rosebuds
the sunset flames
in the rosebuds
between leaf and sun the damselfly’s electric blue
having seen enough already mayfly
above all
the beneathness
earthworms
the beneathness
earthworms
clear down to its stony bottom Adirondack lake
small town waitress the slight sadness behind her smile
a porcine squeal from the microwave breakfast sausage
canyon crow answering itself