spring rains texture the lake that had been still
Spring Rains [Haiku]
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Category Archives: poem
Blanket of Clouds [Haiku]
mountain clouds move with spontaneity -- like blanket fort kids
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It Burns [Haiku]
a cottage burns; its owner watches ash swirl in the air
Note: Influenced by an exchange between Bashō and his student Hokushi, the latter’s cabin burning down being the topic of discussion. As told in Yoné Noguchi’s The Spirit of Japanese Poetry.
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Foggy Forest [Haiku]
Ma-Ai: The Ideal Interval [Free Verse]
there is a ma-ai -- an ideal interval -- the perfect gap in space & time & space-time there's a ma-ai: between setup and punchline & between punchline and laugh between inhalation & exhalation between listening & speaking between receiving & countering between swinging & hitting too rushed and momentum is smothered to slow and momentum dissipates there is a ma-ai for all things that move.
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Green Branch [Haiku]
a brown branch runs beside the green branch that isn't a branch
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Thorny Nightshade [Tanka]
thorny leaves and poisonous fruits; if ever a plant wanted to be left alone!
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Tractor [Free Verse]
the tractor idles in the end-row, chugging and sputtering, with a rattling exhaust flap soon the tractor lurches into straight-line locomotion, chugging down the row, carving out furrows, peeling soft, black soil aside the cut worm does not forgive, but neither does it know what hit it -- some thunderous storm, monotonously rolling nearer - becoming more all-pervading - until it starts to fade, but by then the worm is halved everything becomes something else: worm aerates soil and then becomes food for the tugging bird
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The War Mangled [Free Verse]
I heard the dead children, their voices lilting on the wind. The war-torn twice born came crawling in under the wire, bloody and shell-shocked, but among the living, but the rest floated away: their words becoming both milder & more raucous, never fully drowned out by bombs or crossfire chaos.
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