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Whirling with Jane Kenyon


The first line of each haiku or senryu is gleaned from poems in Collected Poems by Jane Kenyon.
This week’s whirling words are: bare, last, gear, final, evidence, refresh, gassed, smooth, number, white, shift, nine

so heavy with fruit
soon the plum will be laid bare—
lashing autumn winds
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Up and down the field
every last stalk of corn bows—
Master Wind whips by.
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A bright confusion—
gear engages gear and grinds
apples into wine.
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Cross the little bridge—
final stretch of your journey
into unmapped realms.
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Under every leaf—
evidence of visitors
skulking through the night.
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We each took a pear
with which to refresh ourselves
before moving on.
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The joy that trembles
even after being gassed—
fragile little wren.
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To distract myself
I smooth all the wrinkled pleats
on my fading skirt.
~~ ~~ ~~
We sit in the yard
and number the stars, one by
one hundred million.
~~ ~~ ~~
We left the suitcase,
the white one with no handle—
it was full of plums.
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The sound of weeping—
nervously they cough and shift,
plotting quick escapes.
~~ ~~ ~~
Around the pear tree
nine druids gather at dusk—
poteen stains their breath.

© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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