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Light hearted bits of nothingness after the haiku style, jotted down in the Sawtooth Ridge area late one October evening (1974), after the first successful ascent of the Matterhorn (Peak) with trombone (no lie, we played 'FLIEGENDE WALKURE' on the summit) and too much hot Wyler's and rum. [A bit of historical background: The trombone is the modern ancestor of the medieval 'Sackbut' and despite the centuries of development hence, still bears a remarkable resemblance to its ancient forebear. It is simply a coincidence that after lugging a trombone to the uppermost pinacle of a 12,250 foot mountain peak and back, all you want to do is get your BUT in the SACK...]
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Summit Verses for Trombone in B Flat
SNOW ON THE MOUNTAINS
LIKE A SWEATER
COVERS HER BREASTS
MARMOT PELLETS
GREET US ON THE SUMMIT
A SPARROW LAUGHS TOO
GRIM AND BLEAK
MOUNT RITTER SITS AND GRINS
REMEMBERING LAST YEAR
DARK CLOUDS
MOVING OVERHEAD
JEALOUS GUARDIANS
THE SLOW TRIP DOWN
LIKE MELTING ICE CREAM
SUGARY GLISSADES
AFTER DINNER COLD;
YELLOW ICE AWAITS US
IN MORNING COOK POTS!
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(1974)
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
6/9/2011 |
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Haiku is another of my favourite poetry genres. Thank you for sharing these, Kalikiano. Love and peace,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Paul Judges |
1/27/2011 |
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| Excellent work. |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
1/26/2011 |
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| Wonderful writing sweet man..sure have missed you and your wonderful poems.....stay safe and well..Hugss |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
1/23/2011 |
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| You can say so much in haiku, and you did. -gene. |
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| Reviewed by Lavendar Jazz |
1/23/2011 |
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| Sounds inviting... |
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