A Hundred Gourds 4:4 September 2015

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I'm awakened
by the moanful sound
of a cello –
a butterfly spinning
in the spider's web

space Lavana Kray - Romania
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  snow-covered web –
the builder in me
did she mean it
to last so long

space Julie B. Cain - USA
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    minus one
the wipers smear a film
of frozen water
as last night’s quarrel
deepens the morning chill

space Jo McInerney - Australia
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planted long ago
fewer each year
     it's time I accept
     the inevitable

space Adelaide B. Shaw - USA
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  mom’s last words
when dad said he was leaving
“go ahead” –
how could she know that this time
he would listen?

space Susan Burch - USA
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    cello concerto –
no need for string theory
to convince me
the universe vibrates
to a deeper harmony

space Jenny Ward Angyal - USA
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