River of Stones January 2012 – 1

Where Poems Live

Today I dropped a box of poems on the floor. They ran rampant through the house, leaving me no choice but to hunt them down one by one. I chased a renga out from behind the register with a broom, and a small stone out of the tub. Haiku were swinging from the lamps and bouncing across the linoleum. When I finally wrapped the last tanka in a silk handkerchief, I said to myself, “I can start the new year right.” New Year’s light streamed through slats of the blinds, and through the baby bonsai’s translucent leaves, ready to unfurl.

Join the river

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5 thoughts on “River of Stones January 2012 – 1

  1. snowbirdpress says:

    For me the New Year started with a request for haiga and haiku… and I was off to the races. Now if I can only stick to one thing at a time…giving thanks every day… it will be good. Thanks, Aubrie, I can’t wait to see what you unfurl next.

  2. Mark N. says:

    Good to see your molecular poetry shape shifting.

    All the best for 2012.

    –Mark Notzon

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