What’s in a Name? [Kyōka]

Pantropical Jumping Spider
i was brave
when facing this spider,
until I learned
that within its name
was the word, "Jumping"

Swallowtail [Kyōka]

a swallowtail lands;
crashed into by another,
it doesn't flinch;
ten feet away, I lean in
and it flutters away

The Murder [Kyoka]

a murder of crows
congregates on the concrete,
and I feel angst.
sure, I’m smarter than a crow…
but smarter than the murder?

Belly Wisdom [Kyōka]

the snake 
feels my footfalls
through its belly,
and i, too, feel its 
movement in my belly

Hawk Kyōka

I watch the hawk
as it sits, watching me
It turns away first,
knowing I can't reach it
nor see it as it sees me

POEM: Humbling Rest [PoMo Day 12 – Kyōka]

panting, i sit
on a rock, beside the trail,
watching porters pass 
loaded with logs and plywood --
followed by cows, and goats, and...

Three Kyōka of Animal Aggression

I
three monkeys
look down from a high branch;
one throws a pit;
a tourist dodges left,
right into the pit’s path

 

II
a goose struts,
then wheels about – wings flaring –
Karate Kid,
but standing on both legs —
feint with foot, jab with beak

 

III
a llama
spits in some poor girl’s face
as if she
were Hitler or Kim Jong-Un
classy, Llama, real classy

Three Ugly Kyōka

I
a gnarled branch
twists its sinewy limb
from a crag;
its grotesque beauty
reminds me of me


II
reflections
on the rice paddies
show the sky
in an angry gray,
but dampen its scowl


III
glacier melt
leaves a great scar
gouged in the earth;
the gray and brown wound
looks like man’s doing

 

Three Kyōka

I
the post-perched bird
remains still, but for its eyes,
which dart about —
below, fish shoot and jink,
thinking the post oddly shaped


II
the mountains reflect
off of that glassy lake
with such clarity;
all know which mountains are true
except for the fishes


III
behind the barracks,
some local women gather
to bath at the well.
he pretends not to look
they pretend not to be seen