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Notes found on the refrigerator…June 17th. 2020 QUAR

10 Jul

a wine-o’s lament

 

sometimes i feel no pain,

without memory, history,

or just absent from the space I am.

 

for a moment or two

or fifty years it’s the same.

i’ve atrophied the ability to understand

 

or acknowledge the pain.

someday I will only hurt

without pain again.

insatiable grass

groom to please caretaker green

wilts when you piss on

 

     *****

     Summer’s heat with a cool mountain breeze melts the senesces, as I watch the glitter from the lake below.

bending flower sleep

a noon hour lunch hurries

empty bag to save

    *****

     Sunset, reminiscent of my sunrise, yet not remembering how I got here.

Oh! I am enjoying how I come and go.

                             

it’s a good evening

sunshine fades with “Bon Nuit”

moon grass celebrates

 

QUAR Notes: [Haibun Journal]

R.K Garon

 
2 Comments

Posted by on July 10, 2020 in Haibun Poetry, Haiku, Quarantine QUAR, Zen

 

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2 responses to “Notes found on the refrigerator…June 17th. 2020 QUAR

  1. ZQ

    July 12, 2020 at 2:23 pm

    You are recognizing my style… 🙂

    Like

     
  2. skippy manning

    July 11, 2020 at 5:56 am

    I’ve thought the poet as an interpreter,but now I see that the reader is condemned to be part of the delightful process

    Like

     

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