Sunday, March 31, 2019

Tanka


In Memory of Joseph
09/04/1932 to 03/31/2018

a fork in the road
how often we hear that phrase
yet, in my life
there was a single path
traveled for years with you

Modern English Tanka

Monday, March 25, 2019

Spring Haiku


jacaranda dusk
a haze of petals
falling with the light



mountain stream
gurgling over rocks . . .
my feet are numb

Presence
Haiku Highlights

Saturday, March 2, 2019

Haibun


                                                   


   THE WEAVER 

Hand woven rugs at a craft fair.  The weaver, a Navajo woman.  Her dark skin, barely wrinkled, yet she doesn’t appear too young.  Something about the way she moves, the steady calmness that comes with age and experience.  Her long black hair done in a braid down her back, like a thick rope, reaching below her waist.  With slender hands she weaves skeins of wool into motifs imagined and actual, garnered from ancestral traditions and folk lore.


a saguaro shadow– 

sunset colors stretch
across  desert sands

Contemporary Haibun Online

Haibun

Odysse y            An elusive floating.  I reach out and clasp sunbeams. I move forward,  searching for I know not what, yet, understanding...