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On this lonely path
The wind, my sole companion --
My refuge, the sea.
Yes, these are my dreams,
Breaking like the ocean waves
On the rocks of time.
I'm an idiot.
Somehow I missed the punch line,
While watching the stars.
Up on the lampposts
The sparrows gather and sing
In the morning light.
Outside the classroom,
Where you learn about haiku,
Blooms a cherry tree.
Like a silly pup
In pursuit of a rabbit
I court my darling.
With this poem I bring
A silver key to your heart
But where is the lock?
Don't worry, darling,
The world will change regardless --
With or without us.
I can only laugh,
As I look back on my youth --
I wouldn't change a thing.
© by Alexander Shaumyan 2003
FROM his book,
What is a Poet? Poems, Short Stories and Essays, by Alexander Shaumyan. New Haven, Ct.: Published by Alexander Shaumyan, © 2003.
iii, 105 pp. ISBN 1-59196-431-8
Winter's last teardrop
now a fading memory
too soon forgotten.
Momentary sighs
as a daffodil awakens
to the morning sun.
A moment in time
witnessed as the daffodil
first opens her eyes.
Marching single file
in parades on sloping hills
tulips entertain.
© by Donna Wallace,
a.k.a. Gentle Daydreamer, 2004
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