“what do you want
for your birthday?”
“a divorce”
“i know what it's like
to feel depressed”
“yes, you do, don't you?”
face to face
two mortals accept the fact
that they're donkeys
grace
another word
for a sense of humor
flat on my back
things are looking up
again
Friday, September 30, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxviii
lost love
the heart still beats
in my chest
1 January 2003
day after new year's
she dusts off
her geometry book
2 January 2003
busy day
there's always room
for another haiku
2 January 2003
the heart still beats
in my chest
1 January 2003
day after new year's
she dusts off
her geometry book
2 January 2003
busy day
there's always room
for another haiku
2 January 2003
Thursday, September 29, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxvii
stocking feet
the wash of scrabble tiles
by the fire
30 December 2002
moonlit tears
washing out the sorrow
of the old year
31 December 2002
drug store sale
tie-dyed blow-outs
six for a dollar
31 December 2002
the wash of scrabble tiles
by the fire
30 December 2002
moonlit tears
washing out the sorrow
of the old year
31 December 2002
drug store sale
tie-dyed blow-outs
six for a dollar
31 December 2002
Monday, September 26, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxvi
alone into the night coyote voices rise in song
a sudden gust of wind calls forth the sleeping spirits
she walks into her fears armed only with her courage
30 December 2002
This is a sijo, not a haiku. It's the only sijo I've ever written.
a sudden gust of wind calls forth the sleeping spirits
she walks into her fears armed only with her courage
30 December 2002
This is a sijo, not a haiku. It's the only sijo I've ever written.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxv
~~~
leafless tree
lichen
on the weathered white post
~~~
nature's palette
a selection of greens and yellows
on that tree
~~~
27 December 2002
leafless tree
lichen
on the weathered white post
~~~
nature's palette
a selection of greens and yellows
on that tree
~~~
27 December 2002
Saturday, September 24, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxiv
~~~
swarming flies
primary colors
on the clothesline
~~~
clay oven
the smell
of burning bread
~~~
october beetles
a few stalks of grain
stand still
~~~
fading light
a redtail hawk flies low
over the cotton field
~~~
crawdad pond
a thick cloud of dust
behind the pickup
~~~
church potluck
the toddler asks
for a fly swatter
~~~
farm country
the flies don't bother me
until I get them home
~~~
annual party
the children all
one size bigger
~~~
27 December 2002
swarming flies
primary colors
on the clothesline
~~~
clay oven
the smell
of burning bread
~~~
october beetles
a few stalks of grain
stand still
~~~
fading light
a redtail hawk flies low
over the cotton field
~~~
crawdad pond
a thick cloud of dust
behind the pickup
~~~
church potluck
the toddler asks
for a fly swatter
~~~
farm country
the flies don't bother me
until I get them home
~~~
annual party
the children all
one size bigger
~~~
27 December 2002
Friday, September 23, 2011
haiku retrospective ccxxxiii
october clouds
the gleam of suntan oil
on the old woman's legs
~~~
children shriek
the old locomotive
builds a head of steam
working up a head of steam
children jump on the platform
~~~
clear blue sky
a touch of green
in the red berry leaves
~~~
long wisps of cloud
my hair
half-dry
~~~
tangled bushes
red berry leaves
amongst the toyon
~~~
train bell
she clips the leash
to her dog's collar
~~~
happy birthday
why do we celebrate
the forward march of time?
27 December 2002
the gleam of suntan oil
on the old woman's legs
~~~
children shriek
the old locomotive
builds a head of steam
working up a head of steam
children jump on the platform
~~~
clear blue sky
a touch of green
in the red berry leaves
~~~
long wisps of cloud
my hair
half-dry
~~~
tangled bushes
red berry leaves
amongst the toyon
~~~
train bell
she clips the leash
to her dog's collar
~~~
happy birthday
why do we celebrate
the forward march of time?
27 December 2002
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