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DI
Billie Dee
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The last strawberry...
now, how can you doubt
my love?
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DII
Zhanna P. Rader
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They listen
to the evening tide,
her hand in his.
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DIII
Hugh Bygott
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Her hand refined;
I say goodbye in summer dusk . . .
Cloister gates . . .
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| Congratulations to all those who are taking part in this world class series. HB |
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DIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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A seaside cabin —
the August night's full
of intimate whispers.
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DV
Hugh Bygott
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Spring-night restraint —
looking into the eyes
of a nun.
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DVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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The sea night
does not miss the gull cries
as much as I miss you.
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DVII
Hugh Bygott
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Touching her moist lips,
the surge of passion begins . . .
first waters of Spring . . .
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DVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Forget-me-nots —
she sees his eyes
in every petal.
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DIX
Hugh Bygott
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Spring rain
disturbs the lake’s still water, then vanishes . . .
fleet-footed Eros.
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DX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Tingling in his throat:
Lefebvre's "Mary Magdalene
in the Grotto."
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DXI
Hugh Bygott
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Love making . . .
the intermittent silences
extend the Summer night.
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DXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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His iris bouquet —
the clouds give way
to a bright rainbow.
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DXIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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the morning after
...too soon to care ~
cloudless sky
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DXIV
Robert D. Wilson
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moon watching . . .
the way she picks
up soap
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DXV
Dana-Maria Onica
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first summer night~
surrounded by this storm
that tames me
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DXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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The storm ends —
a pink budding iris
thrown into mud...
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DXVII
Billie Dee
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nippy dawn —
an old lover's number
in my pocket
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DXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Spring date:
his coat on her shoulders,
her purse in his hands...
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DXIX
Dana-Maria Onica
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I lull
the boy inside of him ~
a distant thunder
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DXX
Zhanna P. Rader
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with a whiff
of a stranger's perfume, thoughts
of my spring affair
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DXXI
Dana-Maria Onica
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letting him go...
at the lifeless land's edge,
a dry river
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DXXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Her daydreams:
flying into his window
on damselfly wings...
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DXXIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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shirtless,
I glimpse his angel wings...
summer clouds
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DXXIV
Hugh Bygott
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Exotic rose —
this insubstantial pageant . . .
true love is in the mind.
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DXXV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Her young-heart thoughts:
which passer-by I might have
chosen for a husband?
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DXXVI
Hugh Bygott
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A lily in sunlight
is drooping from its vase . . .
an unfinish’d life.
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| Perhaps this is too harsh a judgement on the enclosed convent. HB |
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DXXVII
Zhanna P.Rader
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Climbing the mountain —
fast heartbeat, tingling in my face...
blossoms at their peak.
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DXXVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Releasing her bra,
we slip into intimacy . . .
Summer coolness.
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DXXIX
Zhanna P.Rader
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I close my eyes,
your image lulls and warms me —
gardenia fragrance...
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DXXX
Hugh Bygott
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A fragrant flower,
too precious to be picked . . .
can Love ever be thus?
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DXXXI
Dana-Maria Onica
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having to choose
between virtue and love...
a gull calls its mate
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DXXXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Sweet, nostalgic tune
from the seashore cottage —
we sigh in unison.
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DXXXIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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what river is that,
crumbling all the bridges
between us?
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DXXXIV
Hugh Bygott
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River Cam, summer —
the universe in each other’s eyes,
our punt drifts, drifting . . .
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DXXXV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Kissing, off guard,
we fall into a crevice —
a cuckoo's plaintive call...
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DXXXVI
Hugh Bygott
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Day by day we wait,
Spring winds unsettling petals . . .
still our love unspoken . . .
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DXXXVII
Hortensia Anderson
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Sweet love notes
carried aloft on a breeze —
bird song
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DXXXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Wanton blossoms —
and the bee does not seem
to have enough of them.
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DXXXIX
Dana-Maria Onica
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his silhouette
smaller and smaller ~
not even a breeze...
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DXL
Zhanna P. Rader
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Her silhouette,
like a magnet for his eyes
now fogging with tears.
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DXLI
Hortensia Anderson
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Between the stars —
a full black moon mourns
my love with me
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DXLII
Zhanna P. Rader
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I write
your dear name in the sand —
the autumn wind steals it...
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DXLIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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so loved,
this honeysuckle...
and still no flowers
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DXLIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Unable to help
the hail-broken red rose...
I wait for sunshine.
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DXLV
Dana-Maria Onica
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looking for
a wing-shaped cloud ~
the miles between us
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DXLVI
Michele Harvey
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first crush...
his scent washed off
with the waves
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DXLVII
Dana-Maria Onica
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moonlit room ~
twinkles come and go across
his sweaty face
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DXLVIII
Michele Harvey
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cloud shadows...
the uncertain affections
of an April love
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| With a VERY BIG nod to Mr. Shakespeare. |
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DXLIX
Dana-Maria Onica
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time to go...
how will I cross alone
the winter mountain?
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| Inspired by a poem of Princess Daihaku (7th century). DMO |
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DL
Zhanna P. Rader
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Lost in the mountains,
I call for you loudly —
only the echo...
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