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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2014 7:50:59 GMT -5
Soon enough I'll be
away from here and all these
things that I must do,
but here they will be when I
return, just waiting for me.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 10, 2014 22:35:54 GMT -5
The scattered petals
Lie strewn amongst the pebbles,
Wet with morning dew;
Like sand in an hourglass
Fleeting time is slipping by.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 11, 2014 0:35:38 GMT -5
An inscribed flyleaf
Bears well wishes from the past
In ink faded brown.
Someone else once loved this book
That I now hold in my hands.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2014 7:51:50 GMT -5
Some mornings, I can't
understand how a person
is supposed to care
enough about getting fired
to bother rising from bed.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 11, 2014 18:33:20 GMT -5
A reunion with
My sister awaits, as I
Wend my way southwards.
Tomorrow we shall journey
Through mist and sun to the sea.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 11, 2014 21:28:02 GMT -5
The damp scent of gray
Hanging in the orange-red air
Heralds coming rain;
A simple moment relived--
Forever ephemeral.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2014 7:40:43 GMT -5
It's Carnival, Spring
Carnival, and the boys and
the girls who are still
young can pretend that finals
are more than a month away.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 13, 2014 8:55:33 GMT -5
A lover's quarrel
Comes twittering forth from the
Blossoming pear tree
All the words are left hanging,
Here forever, and yet gone.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 9:14:27 GMT -5
Another day of
beautiful spring weather and
I am off to an
event that is not really
an event but fun in garb.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 13, 2014 19:49:49 GMT -5
4/12/14:
A lone sentinel
Watches from a rocky cliff,
Gazing out to sea.
The gnarled cypress stands guard for
A sea lion nursery.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 14, 2014 0:53:58 GMT -5
Our path takes us through
Dunes robed brightly in purple
Sloping toward the sand.
An icy wave causes shrieks
Of surprise and wet to the waist.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 5:07:02 GMT -5
This morning I woke
when it was the time that I
must wake tomorrow
one time zone away from here.
That is to say, quite early.
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Post by akikonomu on Apr 14, 2014 23:34:03 GMT -5
The church lawn is clothed
in grass green, yellows, and whites,
dressed in its finest
for the coming of Easter
with dandelions and daisies.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 15, 2014 0:10:48 GMT -5
The full moon
Dances with stately grace
But I shall not see.
Tonight's portents are cloud veiled
And not for the likes of me.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 15, 2014 21:45:29 GMT -5
Out in the sand wastes
Lies a man who was not short
'Neath a dark planet;
Prepare, people of Night Vale,
To welcome your smiling god.
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