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
Saturday, June 2, 2018
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
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
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
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