baby macaque: no match for mom's afternoon nap
Persistence of Youth [Senryu]
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Tag Archives: haiku
Teaching Tree [Haiku]
robe-wrapped tree, standing like an old monk teaching stillness
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Butterfly Paralysis [Haibun]
Struggling to wiggle its wings, the butterfly warms in the morning sun. Is it like sleep paralysis - that hypnopompic impulse to flee that's stymied by stuck muscles? What's a wind gust or rapidly advancing shadow like for the butterfly? Normally, such occurrences would provoke an erratic fluttering away. But now the screaming instinct to wing away can't be answered. Does the butterfly know dread, or does it just quietly await the moment it's unfrozen? cool morning - a butterfly twitches, but can't yet fly
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Grazing Bull [Haiku]
a grazing bull sees its pond reflection, but resumes forthwith
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Spider Perspective [Haiku]
The Blind [Haiku]
hatchwork of trees
provides a hunter’s blind
to see the city
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Stone Buddha [Haiku]
Flowering [Haiku]
City Swallowed [Haibun]
Rubble cubes lie like piled dice. Temples and throne halls collapsed into mossy blocks brought low by the meager -- if inexorable -- forces of water drips and grass roots, roots that became wedges, splitting stone from stone. People push the blocks back together in homage to ancestors, but turn one's back and the hungry jungle consumes. Those ancestors crafted such sturdy stuff out of stout stone blocks. How much more quickly will our planned obsolescent cities be swallowed? stout stone blocks - toppled, dissolved, buried - a city swallowed
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Tree & Pond [Haibun]
Beside a pond, a tree reaches, its branches stretched wide and skyward, blocking the harsh cloud-penetrating rays. Locals sit on the lush grass, their backsides wet, their backs resting on the rough and slanting trunk. They watch ripples echo outward from the mouth tips of feeding fish, those concentric rings etched into in the mirrored waters - and yet moving. In time, watchers will become ripple mesmerized, and will experience the stiff twitch and head nods of an impending nap. sitting pondside, ripples from feeding fish lull my mind
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