Saturday, February 18, 2017

Dutchboy and me

My 1st Haibun is written (while among other poem-makers) in response to a vase of artificial tulips and porcelain kissing dutch ceramics.

Like from a storybook. We. Inhale.

You are 100%. Your name means house in Dutch. 

Now my name, my home is salt & peppered 
with Delftblue, porcelain, clogs, wooden shoes and the abundant promise of tulips in port.  
My imaginings still linger, Kiss Me In Paris, circa 1950, posterized Doisneau nuanced in black and white, more me, than you.

Sans fragrance
In shiny, colorful cheer
we are molded.

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