At one-hundred and five degrees
shadows lay across the body
like a buckled highway
About Paul Kent:
Paul Kent leads a quiet life in the foothills of North Carolina.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
ROOM ON FIRE
any river lined
with cherry trees
the shape
of a lower lip
as smooth as
the stones
beneath where
the first blossom
touched the surface
i get this way
sometimes dreaming
of a lone blossom
floating downstream
towards autumn
when the maple
outside our kitchen window
brilliantly burns out
and sheds it's leaves
weeks before the others do
but then
there is always
that afternoon
when the angle
and trajectory
are just right
and i will sit
as she prepares dinner
watching as she pauses
to fix her hair
which has come loose
from it's binding
with cherry trees
the shape
of a lower lip
as smooth as
the stones
beneath where
the first blossom
touched the surface
i get this way
sometimes dreaming
of a lone blossom
floating downstream
towards autumn
when the maple
outside our kitchen window
brilliantly burns out
and sheds it's leaves
weeks before the others do
but then
there is always
that afternoon
when the angle
and trajectory
are just right
and i will sit
as she prepares dinner
watching as she pauses
to fix her hair
which has come loose
from it's binding
About Paul Kent:
Paul Kent leads a quiet life in the foothills of North Carolina.
Monday, July 25, 2011
NON-TRADITIONAL HAIKU BY PAUL KENT
the butterfly
caught in the wind chimes
buries the yard with a single leaf
bales of grass in morning fog
like intimate cyclones
advancing on your positions
About Paul Kent:
Paul Kent leads a quiet life in the foothills of North Carolina.
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