Ken Gierke

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clear moon on cold night
traveler without shelter
shadows walk on snow

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clouds part as rain slows
garden seen under new light
stepping carefully

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empty tree branches
silhouetted in the mist
moon wakes as fog clears

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high above river
eagle soaring on updraft
cedar clings to cliff 

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stars bow to rainfall
leaves drink in welcome relief
hope alive in dreams

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the path of water
journey of many unknowns
each drop returning

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Ken Gierke started writing poetry in his forties but found new focus when he retired.  This gave him new perspectives, which come out in his poetry, primarily in free verse and haiku.  He has been published at The Ekphrastic Review, Vita Brevis, Tuck Magazine,  and Eunoia Review. His website: RIVRVLOGR

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Eugenia Hoffman

quilted clouds steel gray
so dreary makes me weary
menace in the skies 

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the skies predict moods
blissful thoughts within my grasp
I applaud nature 

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bare trees sway wildly
fragile limbs weak and timid
timber plentiful 

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noise assaults the air
crows convoked a committee
gossips voice concerns

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Eugi’s Causerie – I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for me to follow my dreams by doing things I enjoy…spending time with family, traveling, writing poetry and encouraging others to pursue their goals. 

 

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Goff James

Editor’s note: The following haiku and senryu are the very first pieces to be showcased here on The Short of It. I’m thrilled with the response so far and hope to publish these exclusive pieces frequently! For those interested, please keep them coming! And please do share the submission guidelines with individuals who you know enjoy writing micro-poetry or very concise stories and wish for some recognition of their work! Thanks!

 

Love’s Carousel

’Pon Love’s carousel
Life’s tragic symphonies played
Many broken hearts


As Wild Horses Run

As wild horses run
The blithe spirit in his soul
Sets him ever free


Darkness

Searching for release
Unhinged in dreams’ dark madness
Finding no escape


Scars

Mem’ries bloodstained weep
Love’s lingering presence felt
Heartache’s scars unhealed

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Goff James is a grumpy eccentric who, in the darkness of night, plays with words and tries to write poetry. His work displays an interest in that which can be seen and unseen, that which is heard and unheard and all those things that go unnoticed in between.