Thursday, December 5, 2024

Sequence


 A Lake in Autumn

long shadows
beneath the lake's surface
slow-moving bass

the still, black water
without a ripple
leaves settle

a misted sun
reflected in the lake
deep the cold
Styles

Tuesday, November 19, 2024

Tanka


a brisk autumn walk
the muddy blend of colors
deepens my mood
where are the highlights
and bright spots of  yesterday?
 Ribbons:Tanka Cafe

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Tanka Prose


Nights in White Satin

 

It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing, or the words, a soulful declaration of love. It’s all of one piece, one compelling surge of raw, emotion. It lingers in memory, replaying at odd moments, unsettling, piercing one’s equilibrium and soul, shattering one’s peace so hard come by.

 

I play the song

knowing it disturbs and hurts

knowing and needing

      there is a solace in pain

      there is hope for acceptance        

 

* by the Moody Blues


Haibun Today

 

 

Saturday, November 2, 2024

Haiku


 garden show
beginning outside the gate
with dandelions
Kingfisher

Friday, October 25, 2024

Tanka



 fragments of autumn
crimson, ochre and sienna
falling in silence
an early mist and fog
across this mountain valley
Lanadfall Anthology


Saturday, October 19, 2024

Haibun


An Introduction

 

There are only four black children in my eighth-grade class, three girls and a boy. Colored was the word used then. I was sort of friends with Ruby. We hung out at recess and walked part of the way home together. One day Ruby asks me to her home.  My grandmother will be annoyed when I come home late, but I say yes, I'll come. 

 

I expect a single-family house or a two family one, like the one I live in. The building, one in a street of such buildings, has four levels. The paint is peeling and the railing is broken. 

 

A few people and kids are in the street, and they are colored. I'm in a colored neighbored, a new experience for me. There is bare dirt in front of the buildings, unlike my grandfather's neat plantings of roses and hydrangeas. I follow Ruby on worn and uneven steps up to the third floor through dun-colored halls, smelling of food and noisy with crying babies and shouting voices. I'm beginning to regret I came.

 

Upon entering the flat I see an old woman, Ruby's grandmother, scrubbing the raw wood floor on her hands and knees. Unsure of what to do, I look around: a wooden table with a linoleum top, scrubbed wooden counters neatly arranged, white curtains floating on the breeze coming through an open window. There is the fragrance of baking, and I see a plate of buns on the table.  Ruby's grandmother stands up, smiles and motions me to sit down.

 

one cactus blossom

a bee finds the sweet spot

in the center

 

"Now ain't this nice. Ya brought a playmate home wit ya, Ruby. Sit. Sit and have some biscuits."

 

This is another new experience. Not the crusty rolls or chunks of Italian bread I know, but something soft, and light.

 

"Ah'll get some butter and honey and milk. Ah allus have somethin fresh baked fo my little girl atter school. What's ya name, child?"

 

I tell her and say thank you for the biscuits, eating three, keeping up with Ruby. We don' talk, just eat, quietly sitting in that kitchen smelling of soap and baking. There are more biscuits in the oven which the grandmother watches as we eat. When we finish, not sure if I should stay or go, my timidity gets the better of me. I murmur another thank you and leave.

 

I do not go there again, or do I invite Ruby to my home, but we still hang out at recess and walk part of the way home together. After graduation that June, we never see each other again.

 

graduation day

by mid-afternoon

excitement fades                                                      

 Haibun Today

Sunday, October 13, 2024

Haiga


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Sequence

 A Lake in Autumn long shadows beneath the lake's surface slow-moving bass the still, black water without a ripple leaves settle a miste...