breathe after dusk

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oh give me a home

American folk music featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


 

american west

where buffalo roamed prairies

settlers wrote ballads

grand land larger than legend

tamed by train, barbed wire, and plow

 

 

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Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challeng by the Elusive Trope  🙂

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a walking haibun

“Home is everything you can walk to.”  ― Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl

To hike a mountain wearing backpack is divine; climb to cool heights with marmots, and drink in far vistas. To stroll barefoot along the sandy beach is mesmerizing; play catch-me-if-you-can with foamy waves, and chase seagulls. To meander with walking stick on fern trail through piny forest is refreshing; listen for bears, and follow a stony stream. To exercise with dog on rural mile is simple enjoyment; be led over gently rolling hill, push into prairie wind, and gaze at the wide expanse of sky.

 

walk down gravel road

see the farmer working field

pure ambulation

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Come take a walk with the poets at dVerse !

november colors dakota

 

honk gray geese vee tattoo

across low-flying sky’s ceiling.

 

ice-edged blue pond fingers

reedy border of dry wild rice.

 

undulating green winter wheat field

interrupted by bare windbreak.

 

peely red shed leans lopsided into

prevailing prairie headwinds.

 

buff-brown buck grazes placidly

among herd of hardy range cattle.

 

flap black crow caws contrary to

silently melting snow pile.

 

tufted straw-gold crop debris

disk-mixed into fallow, fertile soil.

 

sunny silver beams gleam earthward

 between radiant cracks in clouds.

 

inspired white church steeple points

gratefully back toward heaven.

 

love like blue mounds state park

 
rose quartzite cliff first beckons, then

bewilders inexperienced rock climber

 
merry wren on fencepost sings counter-

melody to deeper tones of brown thrasher

 
tall cottonwood and strong gnarly oak

together shelter and shade young nesters

 
gathering clouds on horizon bend to kiss

soft sloping shoulder of open prairie

 
Jupiter pulls Venus into closer orbit

two planets dance as only stars in sky

tilus series: engraved

 

cemetery gravestones

hundred years

 

old.

 

stories unsettling

pioneers

 

told.

 

 

prairie grass rustling

wind whistling

 

cold.

 

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written after visit to local 1880’s Lincoln Township cemetery