Saturday, June 2, 2018

Haiku for Spring





iris garden
the sisters pose
in purple dresses

 

copper chimes
between wind gusts
the sudden quiet



woodland phlox
filling the spaces
between trees

Daily Haiku
Stardust
Daily Haiku


Friday, May 25, 2018

Haibun



                                                  A  PICTURE POSTCARD


A green and gold landscape.  New wheat and rape fields set out in connecting squares.  Black and white cows spotting open pastures.  Lichened stone walls; solid rough wood barns and farm houses.  Flower fresh window boxes trailing summer against dun colored walls.

                                                           a mountain village
                                                           resting above the fog line– 
                                                           the quickness of change 
Bottle Rockets

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Haiga





Daily Haiga

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Haibun: Breakup


                                                      THE BREAKUP 

So, now he was alone with his pain.  A red hot poker in his belly.  Searing coals ready to sizzle his insides.  The episodes were coming at shorter intervals, each more intense. 

“It’s  been three weeks since I’ve seen you, and you still don’t look well,” Libby had said, as she began to straighten up the mess in his apartment, a mixed look of concern and disgust on her face. “When are you going to see a doctor?“

“I did, I told you.  Ulcers.  Gotta watch the chili peppers.”

“I mean a specialist.  I think that diagnosis is wrong.”

“And what do you know, Dr. Libby Sullivan?  Miss couldn’t get through any high school science class without my help?  Stop butting in where it’s none of your business.”

His words and tone had the desired effect.  Libby left again.  Maybe she would stay away for good, this time.  He was as rotten as his insides.

There’s nothing in it for her.  A lot of self-sacrifice and TLC around the clock.  Three months?  Six months?  Too long to watch her eyes cloud up with his pain.  Too long to see her lips quiver as she fed him or wiped the sweat from his face.  Too long to watch her watch him.  Too long to see her love turn to pity.  Better that she hate him.  It was the least he could do to show his love.

                                          end of summer
                                          cold draft
                                          in all the rooms

Contemporary Haibun On-line, Dec. 2007

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Tanka Sequence

                                                                 
                                                              Falling
 
                                                     a dreamer’s dream
                                                     the fluff of fairy tales
                                                     and happy endings;
                                                     the fresh fragrance of you
                                                     like a May morning after rain
 
                                                     all that I feel
                                                     a lovely anguish
                                                     and a longing
                                                     relieved only by your kiss
                                                     and your arms encircling me
 
                                                     cheek touching cheek
                                                     your hand firm on my back   
                                                     guiding me as we dance
                                                     our hearts falling
                                                     into the same rhythm
 
Red Lights
 

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Haiga







Cattails
Gean
Daily Haiga


Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Tanka Sequence: For Joseph

For Joseph F. Shaw
09/04/1932--03/31/2018




TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
To JFS on our 50th anniversary 

first date
he reaches across
to take my hand
in an instant I know
he will hold it for life

the winter sun
through a window
warming my back;
the lazy comfort
of lunch for two
               
if I could turn back
I’d revise some stories
of my life,
yet, the part in which you come
would always be the same
 
youthful excitements
long ago put aside
for comforts of home;
my books, my music and wine
and you in my life

all the years
learning the ins and outs
of a marriage,
the last chapter not yet read,
not yet written
Red Lights
Jan. 2011