Sketchbook  Shanna Baldwin Moore, US

 

Haibun outlaw poets tiptoeing thru the badlands pen in hand awakening spirits of long ago strong men and women taming the wilderness respecting the land the outlaw of time... shadows on my wall forever on this paper

 

Haiku harvest moon.... steals the color from all the roses

 

Sijo I see said the blind man who feels in colors only he knows he sings of your being in the soft key of rose sending sweet synergy from the night blooming jazzmen

 

Free Verse strange clouds sound of chanting from the old ones a rumble through the land the sky lights up in the east a rain cloud drifts over disintegrates into huge drops drenched in minutes Pele has been slumbering snoring for twenty-three years she awakens with a hula we bust out a bottle of gin for the goddess and the dance begins rocking my world     Cinquain lava red and gold flows down the mountain raging colors of autumn in the trees burning     Nature's Hug magik fills my senses spreads to my finger tips the feel of velvet on my cheek the mist     by pass heart surgery the poetic chambers free flowing songs to sing again in sync

 

New Song night wind... sounds of a bass in the bamboo new song from the bamboo rythmn of the wind a jazz beat an unexpected scource... lionell hampton in the bamboo gentle wind... has found a way answers my song     Tanaga of the Wind     a new song with a jazz beat     bamboo chimes a tapping of feet     lionel hampton and the wind meet     and who is that saying "all reet"

 

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