Half Drunk Muse Poetry

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Mossbeard Haiku

Clouds claw at pine-roots.
Nearly dry, a creekbed trills.
Mossbeard sits in fog.

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Mossbeard man wishes
On nose hairs, not eyelashes
On pyrite, not gold

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Low cello, mourning;
A sad, green man’s tequila,
His slow tortilla.

Submitted by Padma Jared Thornlyre Published in Fall 2004

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Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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