Sunday, September 13, 2015

Haiga

 

 
 
 
 
Published Daily Haiga
5/12/4;  7/4/12;  2/6/13

Friday, September 4, 2015

Tanka

                                          
                                              green and orange leaves
                                              the capriciousness
                                              of autumn;
                                                      how do I explain
                                                      the changes in my life?

                                              in these cool days
                                              it is her shawl I wear–
                                              a vibrant orange
                                              flashing stich after stich
                                              through her flying fingers

Magnapoets, Jan. 2009
Modern Tanka Press, July 2009
     

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Haibun

 
                                                A SUMMER DUSK 

It is late dusk. The tall pines are silhouettes against the fading light in a sky still streaking purple with a tinge of pink. Soon all color is gone and the first star appears. Star light. Star bright. What wishes I had as a child. To be a ballerina. A silly wish as there was no money for ballet lessons. To have a doll house. I did get that wish. Not the big dollhouse I saw in the department store toy section, but a dollhouse.

My wishes now are different. Health for family and continued love and security. Perhaps some rain to cool off this muggy night. And a breeze to chase away the mosquitoes which are not repulsed by the citronella candles.

                                               crickets and tree frogs
                                               are they singing or wishing
                                               on a star?

Bottle Rockets, summer 2015

Monday, August 10, 2015

Tanka

 
                                           at this age
                                           I choose only vibrant colors
                                           for the garden;
                                           there is no time to languish
                                           in melancholy

                                           I tend my plants
                                           with a mixture of awe
                                           and frustration;
                                           like my poems some grow, some die
                                           and some are weeds I still keep

                                           not quite full dark
                                           my imagination kindled
                                           by silhouettes
                                           the blackness of ancient pines
                                           sparked with fireflies

Bottle Rockets, Feb. 2009
Kernels, April 2013
Magnapoets, summer 2009

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Haibun

                                                  
                                                     FRAT PARTY

 We try hard to have a good time, to smoke and drink, to laugh at the dirty jokes, to play poker with the boys who prefer cards to dancing, to show an interest when talk turns to football or basketball, to be willing to kiss in the shadows and in the back bedroom

                                                   slow dancing
                                                   under a full moon
                                                   we call it love

A HUNDRED GOURDS, June 2012

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Haiku

 
 
 
                                             midnight
                                             the carousel horses
                                             in the final stretch

                                             white sheets on the line
                                             slow-motion clouds
                                             in the summer sky

                                             wild roses
                                             the iron trellis
                                             tilts to one side


Presence May 2005
Haiku Harvest, autumn 2005
Heron's Nest, March 2006

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Haiku

  weekend getaway coffee on the veranda with a gecko Sense  & Sensibility