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Haiku for Summer

                                                                  fingers of the sea
                                                                  rushing through marsh grass
                                                                  the sinking path


                                                                  windows open
                                                                  the sound of summer
                                                                  in all the rooms

                                                                  early morning walk
                                                                  grass clippings turn old sneakers
                                                                  a new shade


Presence
Heron's Nest
Cloud Peak

Haiku for Spring

iris garden

the sisters pose

in purple dresses

 

copper chimes

between wind gusts

the sudden quiet



woodland phlox

filling the spaces

between trees

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Stardust

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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

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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

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

 

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