Trills Listen to the blackbird songreal journey in trillshe laughs at the spring
CCXL freshly tilled morning -a single crowlooks back at me
April 2012 NaPoWriMo 1spring skateboarders blossomingwith bruises2night painlying awakein the half-dawn3snowflakesgliderscircling down4white puffs of blossomto decoratethe bare trees10desert walkfollowingthe smell of water11pink flowersfading in the rain12thunderclapboltupright in bed13cluster of dandelionswaiting for bees14darkening skyparents call"put on your jacket!"15bright planetstangled in the pine tree16a new scarto add to my story17apple blossomover irrigation ditchducks floating18I want to tell youthis yearI kept my roses alive19overcast orburning ditc
Haiku 37 After the spring storm,the unbloomed dandelion's hint of yellow
CCXXXVIII the many limbs I should have pruned- april rain
CCXXXVI staff meeting -daffodils bob their headsin april rain
CCXXXII spring sleet the pursed lipsof young tulips
Clouds on a spring day my hand floatsover rustling weedsthe wind movesspring's fate - after blossomscomes thornsgrass caresseson a lazy daya ladybug restsMy heart soarson fleeting cloudswinter fades
Darkness I turn off the lights,But it is not dark enought,It never will be.
2011 autumn haiku set 10/23cold night yellow blanketof fallen leaves10/24red tideof dappled cloudsdawn sky10/25ice-coated leaves reflect headlightsstars on the dark lawn10/26gust of winddownpour of yellow leaves10/27late dawnsnow turning pinkblue shadows clinging10/31silhouettes onpredawn lilac skygeese struggle to make a V11/8withered cherrieson bare branches-distant cries of geese11/13dawn half-dome over mountainsevening cup surrounded by stars11/30sunset lightgilds the yellow house beautiful before the grey sky
Movember Haiku You should give me cashTo fund important researchAnd save many lives.
Haiku 23 chickadeesgossiping amongyellow reeds
The Front Line of Revolution A crowd stands as one on a city streetBlaring sirens approach, heralding the fightBut we shall know no fear while we stand on our feetWe will stand resolute into the dark of nightBlaring sirens approach, heralding the fightEven if we're outmatched when they bring the heatWe will stand resolute into the dark of nightWe stand together; we shall not know defeatEven if we're outmatched when they bring the heatWe shall know no fear while we stand on out feetWe stand together; we shall not know defeat...A crowd stands as one on a city street
Haiku 24 deep fallsandals peeking out from the dumpster
black plums 1late afternoon,whispers moving the airbetween us2the spiral danceof a spider's dinner3cloudburst-his clothes and minedrip-dry in the tub4curbside run-offgraceful silouettethe flight of a crane5nudeawaiting the brushclay pots6bathroom windowmoonlight voyeur7a date at the zoo...he curls his lip up at me8stains from a daydreamblack plums9I trod barefoot on the path to his sandals10ice age-my feet against his
Apocalyptic Mantra seals drawn toplastic ringsfloating in the tideratscrossing clothes linesbetween the loftsbreath of prayersstill warm in the driftsof cold warhijacked planepassing overheadfarmers wavenew constellationsmissileson a midnight missionshades ofKrishna robesnuclear sunsetnothing left to regretthe holocaustof a toxic horse
I Wish... you and me, happyjust friends, before I ruinedalmost everything.before today, translators,and into the easy past.
The Summer Triangle. Altair the eagle,beckoned to bridge the skyby Deneb's white tail,nests in the blue hillswith Vega in Lyra.
Tanabata: Twilight Tryst Selene slowly slipsbelow the belt of Venus — twilight tryst
The Evening's Star rising largeher contours detailedbutter-cream moonwishing on a planet…it's not the star tonight
Sing A Song Of Love Although we were youngWe knew that our love was trueLiving in a dreamOur love was provenBy the wedding bands we wore'Til death do us partThen one dreadful dayWhen bombs fell and the guns roaredYou had to leave meI woke each mo(u)rningAlone and scared in our bedPillow damp with tearsInside my notebookI write, 'When the rich wage warIt's the poor who die'In the night sky IWish upon a falling starTo see you againAt last, late one nightI can see you from the porchWhere I sat weepingI run to you andUnder moonlight we embraceI smile through my tearsThe stars all watch usTwinkling in the sky, theyS
Passover Passover Seder—salt water and bitter herbssmack of memory
A moment Pumpkin soup weather:I try to take a mouthful-All I taste is you.
Ozone ozone dischargelacing the airtaste the sky
NaPoWriMo 5 Life's banquetAmber honey slides down from the skylike pearls strung from the silver clouds,swaying as the intoxicating scent of vanillawafts from bowels of flowers blooming aloudwith tantalising trills, clearing the heady hazeof the poisonous combustion fumes that surroundand easily penetrate the thoughts of commuterswhere the perfume of kindness never crowds.
Plum Rain/ Baiu noisy gods carry southern winds; plum rain ha-ta-ta-ga-mi mi-na-mi-no ka-ze-wo ha-ko-bu; ba-iu
Beginning start springtime love blooming bees are buzzing ha-ru sa-i-sho ai wo kai-ka shi-ma-su ha-chi ga bun-bun
hot rice the aroma of sweet rice brightens this rainy day
By the window Tea by the windowI watch the world move(too fast!)the drink revives me.
Evening Chill evening chill—a sudden gust of windsevers my thought.
haiku 10 an autumn tossedapple bowsthe tree branch
night of a thousand months Yearning for some light,on a silent moonless night...Wind ceases to blow
to ignite hearts exploding andpumpkins smashed, sunlight dyingignite leaves and trees
Tanka - Downpour Rain, rain, and more rainFalls off buildings; collects inpiles on corner-stops —Painting the scenery withThe hue of the bleak, flat sky.
Goodbye Crimson leaf fallingRuby tear of a widowed motherSaying "Goodbye"
Bleak Harvest Withered corn stalks gone - their shriveled ears with them; I wonder if there was profit in it. The white blanketing of cotton fields seemed to have appeared too quickly this year, and too low set. Soy pods are all that remain un-gathered; planted to renew the soil, they too are spindly and once verdant hues have paled.hoary road shoulders...stubble in the ocher earthour harvest chopped
just around the corner fiery blanket of heathersbeneath a mellow sun
Apples apple cheeksflushed by the sun's kisssing passion's song
Lonely Silhouettes Seeing you againHas made me wonderWhat if...Our lonely silhouettesLingering by the fire
Pinon mountain piñon mountain caresses gray skies
Shuushoku "Autumn Color" Falling firefills the blue skyspinning slowlya soft golden mantlethat crunches underfoot
Sunlit Room Sunlit room—Beside the open windowPraying to dust-motes.
Shadow's Dance the River Birch branches mime the wind chime's song...shadows dance our wall
Bonfire night Bonfires burningFlames cut through the night skyLingering embers.
pine needle garden Cold Wind,Water to myPine needle garden
Leaves Orange and yellow leavesPile up slowly...Ready for the Jump
Crystal cliffs. Vibrant leaves blown from now-naked maples litter a white-sand beach. We are just two of many who have stood here, in the embrace of these towering white geological outcrops, but tonight the land offers itself up for us alone. I lean back against you and look up at the midnight sky, knowing that the billions of white stars above reflect both in our eyes and upon the water that caresses the shore.gypsum cliffs glitterin yellow harvest moon glow, lovers breathe sea-salt air.
Safe Place MapleShe shelters usWith leaves when rain is fallingWith freedom from the heartless earthMother
forever lost sitting on the stepsI clutch at memoriesnow forever lost
Haibun - Superior When red leaves swirl through the air, I stand with my feet in the chilly water, jeans pulled up to my knees as the surf rolls back and forth around my calves. The smooth, polished stones cushion my aching feet, born from the myriad of winding roads that have all ended behind me. As the wind dies down, the sun makes its slow, angled descent toward a horizon of endless waves.After the stampede,A stillness sweeps down overThe slate of water.
Recall Inside These my bare mind's trees eye:
The Old Swimming Hole Moisture, heavy and limpid in the warm summer air, plays against the clear liquid which rushes across stones underneath. The trees hang in contented harmony keeping a world of dappled delight rushing in whispers below. The sky hangs between branches like cut outs of blue and white paper, elegant in their form and freedom.Swimming with fishes,crisp with gentle mountain's heights, a boy plays alone.A fantasy land, laden with treasure, sparkling with stones of pearly white, pretty pink and weathered grey. Whirlpools call his interest, while he listens to the strained slap of birds on the wing and the calls of songs of the air. Splashing
Corralling Crayfish A deep drainage ditch ran through our neighborhood and right behind my childhood home. In Spring it would flood and we would bike around the streets in a foot or two of water. In Summer when the water was low we would swing on low branches, fence with willow reeds, and study the curious creatures that shared it with us. In Autumn there were always plenty of tomatoes, squash, and pumpkins to throw at each other and carve. In Winter we would sled down the precipitous southern bank trying to avoid patches of thin ice. It was a smelly, nasty hole filled with leeches, chiggers, and fish that b
Nov Haikuthon 2010 30. make a wish on half remembered poetry at twelve after midnight and the songs will flood back to tired, weary broken hearts29. I will remember all of the things I never said or did or felt Or may be I am lying and I remember the truth28. fireflies dance in the electric containers of my tired mind27. sideways glances at the pile of homework that I am "working" on26. child-like wonder upon awaking: the first snowfall of winter25. moment of silence for lives lost, food about to eat, things we still have
November 2010 Haikuthon Firstgrating excuseslearning to play the guitartunes come laterSecondfall or winter?first snowfall doesn't settleanythingThirdsatisfactiononly comes at nightin dreamsFourthJuncoslight upon the branchesgray and blackFifthNovember is King Crimson tunes are playingdead leaves danceSixthblue sky, warm sunboats on the seatwo by twoSeventhflowers and flagsrejoice in the graveyardwave to the seaEighthtaxi-driverwaiting to be deployedmakes us sadNinthwrapped in a cosymild, misty November daytime for teaTenthat the gymyoung and old togetherworking outEleventhcold to the
2010 November Haikuthon Day 30:After a rough stormAfter the violent wavesA sailor returnsHe opens his doorAnd he sees his loving wifeSleeping on the couchHe gets a blanketAnd places it over herHe looks down, smilingHe sits on the floorReaches out, and runs his handsThrough her gilded hairShe stirs, and smiles"I'm sorry I fell asleep""It's Okay honey.I wanted to sayYou are my reason for lifeThe source of my strength""I love you too dear"And as the storm subsidedThey loved each otherDay 29:Snow begins to fallSlowly drifts down to the groundNovember is doneDay 28:I was acceptedI have my love, and my schoolAnd my
2010 November Haikuthon 1. Autumn LeavesLeaves are on fire,Red, yellow and bright orange,The trees are lit up2. ThanksgivingTurkey and pumpkins,Time to stuff ourselves full,It's Thanksgiving time!
2010 November Haikuthon 30.gently shuta book's hard cover--reflection:we are all of uscoming to a close.29.confusion--endless waterfallbeats my head28.sifted snowrests as it fallsrests as it lands27.tiny sticky handscherish the jingle bells26.winter night--the black swallowsicy stars25.a turkey peeking over a hay bale--nervous?24.morning--a holy moment,a humble heart.23.bitter wind tries to pull the bones from my body22.pull me out,tie me in a knot,leave me there.21.thick wet snow draped across my shoulders20.pens scatteredon empty pages--empty desk--the cold coffee andrestless feeling
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