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Almost dawn. (senryu)

March 31, 2021Nancy Bottahaiku, micropoem, micropoetry, poem, poet, poetry, senryu, tanka, writer, writing 6 Comments

Hiss of the heater
and sweaty limbs of some man;
her eyes seek daylight.

© Nancy Botta, 2021

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Vernal equinox. (hiaku)

March 25, 2021Nancy Bottahaiku, micropoem, micropoetry, poem, poet, poetry, writer, writing 8 Comments

Ribboned plastic bag
enlaced within an elm tree;
robin weaves her nest.

© Nancy Botta, 2021

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Refuse. (haiku)

December 23, 2020Nancy Bottahaiku, micropoem, micropoetry, poem, poet, poetry, senryu, writing 11 Comments

burnt leaves and plastic
swallowed by eddies and waves—
our marriage, undone

© Nancy Botta, 2020

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Nail-biter.

November 24, 2020Nancy Bottafree verse, micropoem, micropoetry, poem, poet, poetry, prose, writer, writing 9 Comments

brown wooden planks

She keeps her compulsion
in a jaw set with grief
because busy mouths
and chatter teeth
will grind away time
and gnaw on memories
too lovely to keep.

© Nancy Botta, 2020

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Mothballs.

November 20, 2020Nancy Bottafree verse, grief, micropoem, micropoetry, poem, poet, poetry, writing 5 Comments
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She would cry,
but at twelve
she stuffed her eyes
with all the silica packets
and mothballs she could find,
whenever she locked herself
inside her mother’s empty closet.

© Nancy Botta, 2020

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