Crow Cabal [Haiku]

three crows circled up.
their conversational look
makes me nervous.

furu ike ya [Old Pond] by Matsuo Bashō

old pond,
 a frog jumps:
  "plop-splash!"

Original: 古池や蛙飛びこむ水の音; Romanized: furu ike ya kawazu tobikomu mizu no oto

Vanishing [Haiku]

crossing a clearing,
a deer disappears before
eyes can lock on it.

Octopus [Free Verse]

Eight arms
seeking eight
different states
of being.

Winding sinuously
toward eight
different ends.

Wrapping opposing
limbs around
antipodal objectives,
it risks tearing
itself in twain…

but knows better.

First to Fall [Haiku]

by the green river,
one tree prematurely
takes Fall colors.

Fog by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
 on little cat feet.

It sits looking
 over harbor and city
  on silent haunches
 and then moves on.

Depreciation [Tanka]

in the morning,
 a fresh blanket of snow
  makes the world look new.
 by day's end, it's well-trodden:
  a car driven off the lot.  

PLAYTHINGS by Rabindranath Tagore [w/ Audio]

CHILD, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.

 I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.

 I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.

 Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"

 Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.

 I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
 
 With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain. 

 In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game. 

BOOKS: The Crescent Moon by Rabindranath Tagore

The Crescent Moon : Poems and Stories [Paperback] [Jan 01, 2017] Rabindranath TagoreThe Crescent Moon : Poems and Stories [Paperback] [Jan 01, 2017] Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Available free at Project Gutenberg

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This is a collection of forty poems that are all connected by the theme of childhood. Many are in the voice of a child, but others are in a parent’s voice as he contemplates the nature of youth and how life has changed — or simply as he looks upon a sleeping infant. Some are brief stories or vignettes and others are scenes or philosophical reflections. Among the more well-known inclusions are: “Playthings,” “Paper Boats,” “The Gift,” and “My Song.”

This is Tagore at his most playful, but it retains his usual clever musing.

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