dancers held hands and frolicked in circles, only by moonlight
Dancers [Haiku]
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Tag Archives: poetry
Nowhere Station [Haibun]
The tawny landscape was tinged with the green that landlubbers take on in rolling seas or flatlanders show on a high mountain pass. The world looked like it was being viewed through shooter's glasses -- except for the azure infinity overhead that was unafflicted by sickly hues. Railroad tracks arced the length of the valley and it was a long valley - so long the tracks almost looked line like. The lack of other signs of humanity might have led one to believe it was the train to nowhere, but there was a solitary station in the middle of the valley and there can't be a station in the middle of nowhere on the way to nowhere. Or, can there be? Maybe, nowhere is like infinity, existing in larger and smaller degrees. a single building and a long covered platform, but just i, waiting
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Cuzco Limerick
The Conquistador who "founded" Cuzco apparently, did not get the memo. "My lips to your ear, it's already there. It's been a city since Moors ruled Toledo."
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Barren Tree [Haiku]
Rippling Water [Haiku]
undulating waves beat bumpers into the dock - gentle knocking sound
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Amsterdam Limerick
A mother who was visiting Amsterdam strolled around town pushing her child's pram. 'twas such a delight 'til she hit the red lights, and her boy saw a game of hide the wild yam.
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Parakeets [Haiku]
hanging off a ledge, parakeets fall into flight to their next perch
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Great Egret [Haibun]
The egret stands on stiff, still legs. By contrast, its neck is coiled into a sinuous strike position. For a long time, only its eyes move, saccading in time with the darting prey below the water's mirrored surface. The egret plays shrub, hoping to lure tiny fish into its shadow, within striking distance of its flexible neck. the egret stands, moving only its eyes... then spears water
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Boxless Box [Free Verse]
There you sit in a boxless box -- unmoving, but thinking about moving. Then, stretching one trembling hand out to its fullest extent, you feel fingers press into nothing, but a hard kind of nothing.
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Falling Leaf [Free Verse]
A falling leaf is my teacher. It craves nothing. It fears nothing. It surrenders itself, but does not submit. It will not be hemmed in for long, for its patience is infinite.
