Awake
But once awake, your dream
becomes some beach ball maybe
something frisbee free,
a dream that knows it’s dreaming
circle alphabets
the coloring of roses,
heart of hearts, the word
aware it’s poetry
alive before revision.
~Son Rivers 2006
SNOWY NIGHT
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Here is a winter hokku by Issa, this time needing no major changes:
夜の雪だまって通る人もありyoru no yuki damatte tôru hito mo arinight ‘s snow silently
passing people...
4 days ago

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