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Cinquain and Fibonnaci

Running Running Feet go thumping To the heart’s strong drumming. I make my own beat when I go Running.   Growing I am bigger all the time. I am growing like a vine. I am climbing to the space above the house, the ground, the clouds, and even you. © 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all […]

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Four Tanka

she says to copy the night’s assignment in my diary a girl flies off the point of my pencil she says to read the next twenty-eight pages in the book he tips on the edge between tables in the lunchroom leaving the orbit of desks, white boards, and coat hooks, he waves, explaining black holes […]

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Two Tanka

reaching for more I topple the glass spilling tears not for the milk for the sighs in the hall we all laugh not seeing the boy stuffing himself in his backpack © 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved I’ve decided to dedicate the week to tanka. Tanka is an ancient Japanese form, even more […]

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Early Morning

In the dark they sing For the folded crocus In the dark they sing For the dim daffodil In the dark they sing For the somnolent tulip In the dark they sing For the imminent crowd In the dark they sing For they cannot wait In the dark they sing For the lingering sun © […]

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The Cat by the Door

Dear Scout, begs to go out, not so she can hunt. She doesn’t go to fight a foe or meet up with a friend. She doesn’t run, or stretch in the sun, or nibble a blade of grass. Dear Scout, begs to go out so she can sniff the wind. © 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass,  […]

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Flurries

photo by Naomi Snow Cat From the window she hunts Snowflakes riding winter winds. She leaps! Pinning herself to the screen Like a snow glob stuck to the glass Before it seeps to the floor. Snow Boy From the window he hunts Snowstorms riding distant winds. He wishes! Pressing himself to the cold Like a […]

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Going Upstairs in the Dark

I’m climbing up the stair. It’s dark up there. It’s dark up there. The light switch isn’t down the stair. It’s way up there. It’s way up there. I’m climbing up the stair. Do I dare ask who’s waiting there? I know that ghosts are very rare, But still one might be hiding there. I’m […]

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A Shoe for Tying

When learning to tie, You should give it a try On a carefully chosen shoe. The shoe should be new, Preferably blue, Extra large too, Not belonging to you. The shoe should have laces, And never make faces When fingers go places There shouldn’t be spaces. Its tongue must not fight Even if you should […]

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