wet feed between daffodils



wet feed between daffodils

fugue in concrete
the violets nobody planted


a birds whistle PERFECT
finding a golden coin in mud


self-isolation
cat’s best birthday ever


complex cloud patterns
someone’s new language
drifts high above


wooden terrace
the stupid goldfish jumps
out of his glass again


covid-19 or not
the birch has born
new petals


the spring-like smile
of an empty park bench


veredit©isabella.kramer2020


first published on weird laburnum 22. March 2020 by Michael O'Brien


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Masters of Japanese Prints: Haiku





Honored to have my haiku selected among 800!!! for the "Masters of Japanese Prints: Haiku" based on Japanese prints in the collection at Bristol Museum & Art Gallery, England.

"The project was arranged by haiku poets Alan Summers and Karen Hoy of creative writing consultancy Call of the Page. The call for poems was linked with a haiku workshop delivered at the museum with writer and producer Bertel Martin of City Chameleon. Huge thanks to Alan, Karen, and Bertel as well as to all the poets who took part. You are bringing the world together through poetry."


ありがとう
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3 work

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work: 

just twig being a clown one lifetime

first published on Bones 19, March 2020



work: 

otters playing cricket while the moon is a disk overripe

first published on Bones 19, March 2020




work:

radiator blues every eleventh pling a gargoyle's giggle

first published on Bones 19, March 2020





a rabbits thought floats
above each newly bloomed plant
this toil of harvest



©magyar

lonely forest lake



forest lake 
the splashing and laughter
from childhood days


einsamer Waldsee - 
 das Plantschen und Lachen 
 aus Kindertagen


veredit©isabella.kramer2015


published by Patricia on Poetry Pea: Series 1 Episode 'A Walk by the Aegerisee' on pay-tv - 9th March 2020  



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moth finder one





moth finder one 


a mouse in a thimble
maybe two
that's what I call home


flying

follow
the
thimble
on
my
finger


twisted thimbles
twisted dreams
ravens are black
but they don't like
rhymes


all the stars fit in a thimble Jötunn used long before us


blood outside the thimble
ice-blue eyes deep on me
hurt but survived


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