Some Czerny for the Poetry Bump

[Emilio]

weathered paint fractures
to cupped flakes
the past peers between

curried goat served in
herbed gravy
exhales Jamaica

Howard, these are simply wonderful, like mini sevenlings, but pack a satisfying punch. I love the creativity, Howard!

Best,

[HowardM2]

Mike M & Emilio -- Thanks for stopping by to read and comment; I always appreciate the time you take to do so.

I'm going to be away a good bit of the next day or so, so I'm trying to get just a bit ahead. Back with more flufferating by Thursday.

[HowardM2]

lune xcvi

Venus and Rigel
tack the fog's
scrim across the night

[Steven]

'dragonfly wings blur' seems at the very outset to be about movement but modulates into something static. Nicely done, and another insight into perception.

'scrim' is now a new word to my vocabulary. Good use of this photograph term with fog. Works well.

[Janet]

Howard- I love the way your lunes ooze the power of contemplative thought. Fog's scrim is my favorite so far but there are many right behind. Enjoyed the past peering between the flakes, the exhale of Jamaica and the naked new days/worlds. The ambiguity invites me to linger in a good way.

[HowardM2]

Steven and Janet -- Thanks very much for stopping and reading; I always appreciate it.

I've been away most of the day, but will try to catch up tomorrow with fluffering.

[HowardM2]

lune xcvii

forsythia fires
yellow arcs
over the dog house

[JFN]

Howard, an hour well spent getting to dim in xci. I can only echo others that it does bring the poem up a notch.

xcii reminded me of peeling back layers of wallpaper in my mum's house when we moved in in the 80s, like a timeline of interior decorating. On the same note, old finishes peering through cracked paint on the timber is a nice image.

xciii - exhales Jamaica adds some life back into the old goat. Loving the subtle scent of this, not expressly stated in terms of spice or herb varieties, but enough given to evoke it.

xciv - I'm reading this as someone daily surprised by their lover's body, however other readings are in there. Enjoyed the ambiguity on this.

xcv - there really is something delightfully metallic about dragonflies. A beautiful and concise image.

xcvi - I was looking out at Orion (and the rest of them) from our landing window the other night. scrim is a lovely description of fog.

xcvii - Just nice, bright flame-like forsythia behind the kennel. Another very concise but enjoyable picture.

It's a joy to be reading your small songs again.

John

[HowardM2]

Thanks, John; I appreciate your comments and am delighted you found things you enjoyed.

Trying to get a bit of breathing space, so posting the next one now.

[HowardM2]

lune xcviii

freed by her fingers
flamenco
cascades like flung stars

[larryrap]

Hi Howard,
You're flirting with the vanishing point, I think, but you have the chops to salvage sparks just before they burn into nothingness. So these are very thoughtful and lovely but that minimized middle line seems to make me a bit nervous.

[Donner]

Hi, Howard,

Once again, the master of brevity shows how it's done. Each is a lovely, concise image. However, one made me laugh -

naked in the morning
light you are
each day a new world

I'm sorry, but L2 made me think that Yoda had written this lune.

I'll go now.

Donner

(And, no, that's not getting back at you for reminding me of all those piano lessons I endured.)

[Steven]

lune xcvii

forsythia fires
yellow arcs
over the dog house

I very much like the economy of 'forsythia fires' because it gets across that wild, uncontrollable quality of forsythia. 'dog's house' gives it the domestic character of forsythia...and that it is often the first signal of spring in many gardens.

[HowardM2]

Thanks, larry, Donner, and Steven; I always appreciate the comments. I hadn't even thought about Yoda until you mentioned him, Donner; urk.

Running behind again; catching up tomorrow.

[HowardM2]

lune xcix

sourwood bells ring
out nectar
to foraging bees