Senryu 2010 - #889

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First dream in days ...

she says

the things I fear.

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I see you

that day, the river

the black barge turns away

and slips to black things

... and I sink to old dreams.

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This place

shadow you, shadow me

... the trees still ask.

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Shadows of winters

her white distances

... his fading steps.

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 (Inspired by the photography of Sylvie Bendel at 1x.com)

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Feel wind, feel

peel this memory, peel

... friend wind, heal wind, heal.

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Temptress lake

I've never drowned before

... well, not like her.

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(Inspired by Rebecca Finch at Flickr)

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The words, too much

but a mercy of tears

to blind me.

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Box of old letters

a remembered promise

... unhealed pages.

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... and these shadows
only presume
to echo.

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Cold morning rain
washing in
... what cannot wash away.

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Shoo crow! Shoo!
Not this, not these blacks
... of consequence.

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Wading in, she dreams again
of spilling shadows
... into river.

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(Inspired somewhat by Allyson Kalie at Flickr)

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Though just a memory
her voice, her face
... sting enough.

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This night, this rare once
north winds wound
... but I will have them.

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Chickadee, like me
had found and lost loves
... but would say no more.

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Of all those things
I remember her distances
... on trains.

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That reveal
of splinter, of paper-cut
of blister ... and of love.

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Should I thank her
for nails unused
... and leftover peaces?

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"A story begins"
she said, with such words
shy of endings.

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We couldn't reach
but love, this sealed love
was hers ... is ever hers.

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