Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Spring
HAIKU FOR SPRING
new green shoots-
the afternoon sun
warming my muse
more rain
ducks explore a new pond
of connecting puddles
church graveyard-
wild violets growing
between stones
a dandelion
growing between bricks-
the quiet dusk
Modern Haiku, Autumn 2009
Hoi Polloi, Winter 2009
Hoi Polloi, Winter 2009
Lyrical Poetry, December 2003
new green shoots-
the afternoon sun
warming my muse
more rain
ducks explore a new pond
of connecting puddles
church graveyard-
wild violets growing
between stones
a dandelion
growing between bricks-
the quiet dusk
Modern Haiku, Autumn 2009
Hoi Polloi, Winter 2009
Hoi Polloi, Winter 2009
Lyrical Poetry, December 2003
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Birthday Memories
In memory of Lucy Porrazzo Combattente
May 9, 1904 - November 30,
Soft sunshine. Soft breezes. A day in May. Scented with new grass and fresh blooms. Filled with bird song. The month of her birthday. Lucy. Lucia. Latin in origin, meaning light. Named after a saint.
early morning sun
the stray cat with yellow eyes
waits for her
Moonset, October 2009
May 9, 1904 - November 30,
Soft sunshine. Soft breezes. A day in May. Scented with new grass and fresh blooms. Filled with bird song. The month of her birthday. Lucy. Lucia. Latin in origin, meaning light. Named after a saint.
early morning sun
the stray cat with yellow eyes
waits for her
Moonset, October 2009
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
42 DAGGETT STREET
It was where I lived for my first 16 years, the upstairs flat in a two family house in an Italian neighborhood. I can still hear my grandfather shouting from the first floor as I went up the back stairs.
“Chiuda la porta.”
“Chiuda la luce”
A noisy street and smelly with a Goodyear rubber plant on one corner and a cheese processing plant directly across from our house. Yet, a lively and cheerful street with small front gardens and friendly neighbors.
Today, the factories are long closed and empty, along with several of the houses, including ours. The porch roof is gone, the rails sagging. Windows boarded up, concrete where once were hydrangeas, the paint peeling down to bare wood.
It is mid-summer. The air heavy and quiet in this semi-abandoned neighborhood. I return to the car.
sudden shouts–
a man and a woman
their words unclear;
the sidewalk empty
but for shifting litter
Modern Haibun & Tanka Prose, Issue 2, Winter 2009
It was where I lived for my first 16 years, the upstairs flat in a two family house in an Italian neighborhood. I can still hear my grandfather shouting from the first floor as I went up the back stairs.
“Chiuda la porta.”
“Chiuda la luce”
A noisy street and smelly with a Goodyear rubber plant on one corner and a cheese processing plant directly across from our house. Yet, a lively and cheerful street with small front gardens and friendly neighbors.
Today, the factories are long closed and empty, along with several of the houses, including ours. The porch roof is gone, the rails sagging. Windows boarded up, concrete where once were hydrangeas, the paint peeling down to bare wood.
It is mid-summer. The air heavy and quiet in this semi-abandoned neighborhood. I return to the car.
sudden shouts–
a man and a woman
their words unclear;
the sidewalk empty
but for shifting litter
Modern Haibun & Tanka Prose, Issue 2, Winter 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
