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Thank you. This was one that relies heavily on image.

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You should be able to get it here a.co/d/0eZPAETL If you can't I may be able to send you a direct link. Let me know.

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marsh fog—
a heron
assembled from gray
#haiku #poetry

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Love that reversal of scale.

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Thank you so much.

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old footbridge—
the creek keeps the plank
I didn’t trust
#haiku #poetr

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Thank you!

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Good stuff.

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Thank you. I was thinking of Fantasia when I wrote it.

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Here is a macro nature photo I took of a pink-purple lilac cluster with two buds at the mid-upper-left starting to open. Between their four curled petals is a magenta x-shape of brightness. The background is a green bokeh of leaves. Light through the blossoms delicately whispers, "Hi, I'm warm and soft, my sweet perfume will soothe your heavy heart."

Happy National Poetry Month! My latest haiku is dedicated to new beginnings:

guardians at the gate
lilac's scent swings 
open

Here is a macro nature photo I took of a pink-purple lilac cluster with two buds at the mid-upper-left starting to open. Between their four curled petals is a magenta x-shape of brightness. The background is a green bokeh of leaves. Light through the blossoms delicately whispers, "Hi, I'm warm and soft, my sweet perfume will soothe your heavy heart." Happy National Poetry Month! My latest haiku is dedicated to new beginnings: guardians at the gate lilac's scent swings open

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guardians at the gate
lilac's scent swings
o p e n

#BlueSkyArtShow #Openings
#EastCoastKin
#Cassiopeian #Guardians

#haiku #poetry #micropoetry #photography #macro #BloomScrolling #ImageAndVerse #nationalpoetrymonth #poetrymonth

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blackberry bramble—
a galaxy
of small collisions
#haiku #poetry

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Chef's kiss for the conversion of blonded into a verb here.

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the hay field
blonded by
late summer light

#DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku

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da Vinci glow—
the moon finally
fits the roof
#haiku #poetry

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Awesome.

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If I could do that I wouldn't be here. I keed I keed.

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Thank you.

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subway tunnel—
the city
in its throat
#haiku #poetry

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Betonte Gewichte in Schwarz/Weiss (Stressed Weights in Black and White), by Wassily Kandinsky (1925: pen, brush, and India ink on paper.). One outlined triangle angles from the bottom left, tilts its tip to the upper right. Overlaid, at the triangle’s base is a tilted rectangle, angled the same as the triangle, with four striped lines inside growing thinner from the bottom to the top, evenly spaced. Above are two black crescent shapes, parallel, angled slightly down, from left to right. They have flat bases on the left and sharp tips hooking upward on the right. Along the right of the outlined triangle are three outlined triangles (from the bottom to the top sized by small, large, and medium) attached by their bases with tips pointing right. They rest between the four-striped rectangle’s top and the main triangle’s tip. There is an outlined circle in the upper left. Flanking its middle, two black triangles reach and cross over the main outlined triangle’s tip on the right. Their bases are cut at an angle, with the points near the circle. Behind the black triangles are three outlined triangles sized from left to right by large, medium, and small. Their tips face down and angle to the left. They rest closer to the main outlined triangle’s tip.

Paired with the artwork is Sheila E. Murphy's latest poem:

Crop Dusting

Universiocity out-laudanums
the swirl of dumbbells I alone can't lift
without sifting out the act of reprehending
when pretending won't do.

A kind of unkind epoxy gluts the room
where we are standing accidentally close
but not together I must declare in case
you are fond of inferring and do that now

retrospectively plus futuristically
as though you were Robert Theobold who lived
in Wickenburg when I was romping toward
my doctoral degree in a field then foreign to me.

It's about or not about being stuck I premise or
promise you. You perhaps wince at our proximity
unless I have you removed from this hypothetical
bounty of possible bliss or just a miss.

Betonte Gewichte in Schwarz/Weiss (Stressed Weights in Black and White), by Wassily Kandinsky (1925: pen, brush, and India ink on paper.). One outlined triangle angles from the bottom left, tilts its tip to the upper right. Overlaid, at the triangle’s base is a tilted rectangle, angled the same as the triangle, with four striped lines inside growing thinner from the bottom to the top, evenly spaced. Above are two black crescent shapes, parallel, angled slightly down, from left to right. They have flat bases on the left and sharp tips hooking upward on the right. Along the right of the outlined triangle are three outlined triangles (from the bottom to the top sized by small, large, and medium) attached by their bases with tips pointing right. They rest between the four-striped rectangle’s top and the main triangle’s tip. There is an outlined circle in the upper left. Flanking its middle, two black triangles reach and cross over the main outlined triangle’s tip on the right. Their bases are cut at an angle, with the points near the circle. Behind the black triangles are three outlined triangles sized from left to right by large, medium, and small. Their tips face down and angle to the left. They rest closer to the main outlined triangle’s tip. Paired with the artwork is Sheila E. Murphy's latest poem: Crop Dusting Universiocity out-laudanums the swirl of dumbbells I alone can't lift without sifting out the act of reprehending when pretending won't do. A kind of unkind epoxy gluts the room where we are standing accidentally close but not together I must declare in case you are fond of inferring and do that now retrospectively plus futuristically as though you were Robert Theobold who lived in Wickenburg when I was romping toward my doctoral degree in a field then foreign to me. It's about or not about being stuck I premise or promise you. You perhaps wince at our proximity unless I have you removed from this hypothetical bounty of possible bliss or just a miss.

Week 1 of #NationalPoetryMonth, we celebrate the latest #poetry of award-winning poet Sheila E. Murphy (@shemurph.bsky.social).

Happy spring, everyone! Please join us next Wednesday to celebrate more #PoetryMonth #WolfPack Highlights.

#PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity ✍️

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Thank you. I had fun with this one.

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Excellent.

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Thanks Ducky.

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planetarium dome—
a child
moves the stars
#haiku #poetry

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around the bird feeder
at least a hundred
beelines

#haiku #haikufeels
#dailyhaikuprompt

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crocus buds…
garden passion
resurrected

#haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt (crocus)

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spring planting
in the gardening shed
a rusty tiller
#DailyHaikuPrompt #SenryuSunday #haiku #senryu

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