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we do not bleed like nighngales when felled singing a sequence of one-line poems Alegria Imperial

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we do not bleed like nightingales when felled singing

a sequence of one-line poems Alegria Imperial

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we do not bleed like nightingales when felled singing© 2020 Alegria Imperial.All rights reserved.Reprint in any form or media only after permission from the author.Layout: Johannes S. H. BjergPublished in DenmarkPart of the Bones Library

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somehow it’s frail the silence between sun breaks and blizzards

as if the soft rocking of brown willows were a psalm

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a gull’s cry knee-deep in foam… the tide our quiet souls

flailing winds… whole notes the size of sea spray

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forest pith sopping-wet a moss-furred dusk

a weight in volumes that roots our wildness

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a drizzle tinkling in parched pools

the wind-shaken birch piping old pains too late to replace

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a cypress hedge nursing hoarseness since long ago

when the waning moon a pregnant sea receding in the swell

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shadow patterns chiming in condensed emptiness

wet whispers… our songs drying out in thin breeze

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i wonder what gets children into cages… is it a crescendo of sand hills?

it’s always the mourning dove spring twilight

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moon waves we roll with… propped up against ridged darkness

night spoons our songs into pulsing tongues

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floating on bleak clouds…a republic of half notes lightning lanced

slurred hymns sun-crazed vireos turn up breast-beating

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kettle drums…back and forth back and forth a slip

the throats of sleep careening into night’s entrails

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beat by beat animal moans… the sky’s malignant blue

why not end at least on gold-gilt crags if whistles reverse the solstice orbit

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a woman’s voice brimming salt on lips that swamps the real world

folding and unfolding elegies tucking in threadbare seams under ribs

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i doubt the words we pick could stitch up frayed strings

mirror-glare when disrobed starts raining

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a liquid sky leaking excess lamentations…

dimming light years of unsweetened dust

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a vagueness in the cock’s crow on a shifted key

flattened curves in the rise and fall of our breaths

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already the poison ivy disentangling to bed our fall

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Acknowledgements:

Some poems in this book were published in print and on the website of the following journals: Bones, Die Leere Mitte, (Berlin Germany), heliosparrow, otata, Under the Basho, and THE HAIKU AND HAIBUN VORTEX. I am grateful to their editors. Others were posted in Blogger monostitch. Artwork: doodles by the author.

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About Alegria Imperial:A former journalist in the Philippines, Alegria, has been writing mainstream poems before she start-ed writing haiku and other Japanese short poetry forms after she stumbled on a collection of Basho. Her first published haiku also won Honorable Men-tion in the 2007 Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival Haiku Invitational. Since then, her haiku and other poems have appeared in several journals and an-thologies in print and on the web, some gaining more awards. Her first collection, an e-chapbook, “counting star bones”, showcases Alegria’s distinct contemporary voice; it can be accessed at The Haiku Foundation’s Digital Library. She immigrated to Vancouver, BC, Canada in 2006 where she now lives.

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