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[Rachel]

It never was clear
What dwelled within the mirror:
He, she, or neither?

[M]

“I’m an unconscious
confection,” it hissed, “what Jung
terms a projection.”

[Rachel]

Jung's Freudian notes
Reduced many a dream to
Hot dogs and hallways.


(True story. Check out a dream book that emphasizes Jung. Funny stuff.)

[M]

She dreamed pale summers,
dishwater days, hushed voices
in dusty hallways.

[Ryan]

Beautiful, M, love it!

[M]

(Thank you, Ryan! Rachel’s was fun to follow.)

[Rachel]

Sweeping up dust cakes
A nostalgic's aging feast
Dried up memories

[Ryan]

silk corner cobwebs
entwine yesterday's dry husks
- bloodless and rotting

[Rachel]

(WOW. I may just have to save that one Ryan!)

The past mummified:
Dehydrated eye of fate
Rusted sewing shears

[Ryan]

(I'm flattered, Rachel. Thanks. It's a direct result of the stunning writing you've all posted here).

[Ryan]

sightless and almond
her eyes, like milk; deft, she weaves
knotted thread to silk

[Nicky]

Each silk woven knot;
a point,marked,along life's
intricate journey.

[Angie]

A rich life woven
with only silken smoothness.
Alas, not for me.
My life, woven from burlap,
The life of the poor.

[Rachel]

A rich life is not
Determined by the cloth that
Composes it's threads.

[Angie]

This lace and burlap
are both made from the same thread,
with different patterns

[Ryan]

threadbare and ragged,
my hand-me-down youth; in smiles
dressed, in laughter clothed

[Rachel]

A hand-me-down life:
Will I fit in or will they
Know an imposter?

[[deleted user]]

Behind the mask is
a face of a man trying
to fit in the crowd.

[M]

Adjusting his mask,
the Opera Phantom sighed,
“Maybe they won’t ask.”

[[deleted user]]

skiddaddle my love
the waves are breaking fast now
see you in the sky

[M]

(An interesting, sort of eerie, haiku, Cat!)

[M]

She reassured me
with the shore birds’ distant cries
and the storm-frothed waves.

[[deleted user]]

gone are the blue days
mouths are full of Niobe
a rare element

[[deleted user]]

gone are the good days
mouths make mighty moans
but kisses are where?

[[deleted user]]

Rachel wrote: "A rich life is not
Determined by the cloth that
Composes it's threads."

Here confess lover
naked - your clothes are flowers
heaped in a bouquet

[[deleted user]]

Ryan wrote: "threadbare and ragged,
my hand-me-down youth; in smiles
dressed, in laughter clothed"


ragged are your threads
your smile hands me a dress
the cloth is honey

[Ryan]

Love it, Cat! Beautiful continuation.

[[deleted user]]

Ryan wrote: "Love it, Cat! Beautiful continuation."

Thanks, Buddy!~

[[deleted user]]

Leslie wrote: "Behind the mask is
a face of a man trying
to fit in the crowd."

His sweet eyes sparkle
and gaze into the distance
the rain masks his tears

[M]

“She’s gone,” the trawler,
rusting, said as gulls cackled
beyond the boat shed.

[[deleted user]]

cumberland road-some
deleterious try out
who will anchor line?

[[deleted user]]

M wrote: "“She’s gone,” the trawler,
rusting, said as gulls cackled
beyond the boat shed."

cumberland road way
the umplumbed oceans are now
throw line to a fish

[[deleted user]]

Cat wrote: "M wrote: "“She’s gone,” the trawler,
rusting, said as gulls cackled
beyond the boat shed."

cumberland thanks
the fisherman whose line yields
a walk of life there

[[deleted user]]

trill beyond the trees
a relative gathering
songs for a feast

[[deleted user]]

Tried cation
of human being treacle
The times are our God

[[deleted user]]

visualize birth
for vice and self government
vow to treasure Me.

[[deleted user]]

Haiku must believe
in sounds that have no letters
invisible love

[[deleted user]]

traffic jam on now
because the future was then
yesterday is here

[[deleted user]]

Yesterday was gait
walking in the ornaments
that yield pine for sport

[[deleted user]]

We move through her fate
wealthy in the darkness's blush
because love was kin

[M]

(Wow, Cat!)

[M]

Darkness’ blush was the
sensation on which he wrote
his dissertation.

[Rachel]

Darkness dissembles
Faithfulness to moon and stars
But admits to fog.

[Ryan]

wishes, like fishes,
celestially night swimming
- in dawn's fresh air drown

[M]

“He said there’s more fish
in the sea,” Gertrude sniffled,
“more fish than just me.”

[Ryan]

'How narrow your view,'
said she, 'I am the ocean,
what are fish to me?'

[M]

He fled, black and blue,
to pen his weekly column,
“The Narrower View.”

[[deleted user]]

whenever the comb
pulled through the sierra
windsurfing began

[[deleted user]]

M wrote: "He fled, black and blue,
to pen his weekly column,
“The Narrower View.”"

Execrate the page
that you signed in blood - your name
in unlettered script.

[[deleted user]]

Rachel wrote: "Darkness dissembles
Faithfulness to moon and stars
But admits to fog."

I like this. :)