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Me?
I don’t recognize—
The person who is called me
They have cloudy eyes
With a far and distant gaze
A guarded look– still speaks much
Do cacti crave hugs?
Do they mourn their loss of touch?
Their thorns protect them—
But do they ever want more?
Tell me, are cacti touch starved?
My first Tanka poem :))
I am not alone
Counting syllables at dawn
While the bed is warm
What does all this mean to me?
Others dream of Haiku too
LL 6d
if you're the sea I'd
easily drown in — I am
the sea-beaten cliff
you can safely wonder from —
then carelessly jump off of
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These gossamer wings
Have nowhere to fly today
Folded on my back
So, I sit and watch the sky
Waiting for the wind to change
LL Apr 20
joy would always leave
me like a bird that flew out
of its cage and — when
it came back knocking on the
glass — I wouldn't let it in
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LL Apr 13
I don't tell you things
because explaining in length
things long brewing's like
standing at the floodgates of
a river as it empties
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The spring moon waltzing
And glowing
Glowing
and waltzing
Through the midnight blue

Reynaldo Casison
Exotic cherry blossoms
And a woman
like heavenly moonlight
Robed
with sweet love

Reynaldo Casison
Breeze of maple honey
Upon the misty exquisite fountains
A demure Still moon
Like a jazz ballerina
Waltzing

Reynaldo Casison
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