[MD] poetry

[Krimel]

SA
If you could Krimel, please add another line in your verse.  The rhythm of
this poem is 3 line verse then 2 line verse, thus, 3-2-3-2...  It would help
to retain the integrity of this renga.  Anyways, since the one before what
you wrote was a two liner, then its' a great honor for you, I would say, to
have the opportunity to express even more on this three line turn in which
you took. 

thanks.  It would be much appreciated.

[Krimel]
I broke the rule, 
I am such a tool. 

But the two I wrote really when with the three before so I broke another
rule I'm afraid...

> 
> The bright moon,
> the wind moves leaves -
> geese not seen.
>  
> Flight across the pond, well met
> A being bigger than names
>  
> raindrops on the roof
> dead leaf oceans scattering
> who knocks at the door?
>  
> Weeping willow, strong old oak,
> fire dancing from ancient skies.
>  
> Fresh sweet cool air
> Solid comfort
> Deep stillness within the rush
> 
> Here..., It..., Is..., desiring,
> galaxies, and swollen breasts.
>  
> the wind stirs
> sick, achy, resting
> quiet sun shines
>  
> Change flowers in the wanting
> Petals inform beauty, grace
>  
> In milky way embrace
> Lustful Impassioned ethereal whisps
> Of angels breath in starry skies
>  
> Nothing, her darkness shining,
> words unwritten, waves unseen.
> 
> Her hair hung lovely as
> the autumns dusk,
> Her eyes dark almonds
>  
> ...by a neurosurgical stroke so fine
> I find myself completely out of my mind..
>  
> clouds and blue,
> earth dripping cold water
>     - Get over it now!
>  
> Laughing, calling, babbling,
> this river flows well.
>  
> unseen beneath trees
> flowing ocean
> of Glowing tune of autumn
>  
> dreaming of approval, approval, approval
> the starving child who never sleeps
>  
> on my PC,
> hours pass like minutes pass like seconds on my
> PC.  my childs weeping in his sleep
>  
> Leaf drops overhead 
> - I move out of the way.
>  
> Into a future without flow,
> under a sky no longer blue,
> but with its calling no less true.
>  
> I wrote for you then, like Cyrano,
> Words I would never speak.
>  
> the autumn leaves pile by the door
> I almost hear the rustle of her dress
> how can I bring my aching heart to rest
>  
> Skin is green, wart on her nose,
> bitchy as hell, has webbed toes.
>  
> one gray squirrel now five,
> stomach fur, snow lays, teeth push, 
>    - more white by the moment!
>  
> a preview of things to come,
> as the dog takes in the heat.
>  
> Cold night, cold light,
> thoughts falling from the trees.
> Wind chimes, rabbit rhythms, dancing sea.
>  
> reborn now, chimeric, chameleonic
> a goddess, she thought was she
>  
> Poetic stereotypes, often called tropes,
> Include things like women, graphic pain,
> and darkness.
>    
> On the edge of a long fall,
> breathing you, memory and dream.
>  
> Creativities code... 
> Art must do!
> What art does!
>  
> in this quietness
>    - what ya doin'!
>  
> island of senses, She sighs,
> Isness shines and sings,
> slowly to See.  Ecstasy...
>  
> Is your world stale?
> Colors, poems - beautify!!!!
>  
> When I die, let it be
> calling for Her.
> Ma, Mother of all names.
>  
> Small hand searching for treasure.
> Placing it on your heart.  There!
>  
> Giggle the time scale and rocks roll. 
> Mountains, crumble and erode
> The fractal forms of valleys flow
>  
> All things cleave and shatter
> Zoom in, Zoom out, refocus.
> 
> Night smoke smelled
> Chimney's burning long
>       - snow is icy. 
> 
> Spring winds in the trees now,
> Cold then warm then...
> 
> A germ on the pincer of mite 
> On the leg of an ant on the back of an elephant
> Climbs a mountain like a pimple on the planet
> 
> When things cleave they only matter
> If you zoom in, zoom out and refocus.
> 
> hocus-pocus, distorted locus
> only has meaning
> when out of focus
> 
> Focused is as focused does
> When contemplating navel fuzz

A smile unveils the white of budding teeth
And belies the sleepless nights
That brought them to light screaming

the dream is now lived - a niche!
I can now express this way.