spring floods have ended–
now summer floods of sunshine
are upon the fields
–photo by me
haiku 123
Tag: poetry
senryu
the dark storms in life
occasionally bring us
a beauty unseen
–photo by me
gold rust
to me, an antique
is not merely old,
but truly unique
and may even hold
an air of mystique
more precious
than gold
–photo by me
limerick 39
when mother goose had her first brood,
a rift in her marriage ensued:
her high steppin’ gander
began to philander
whenever he felt in the mood
–photo by me
writer’s block (shadorma)
writers’ minds
may hold the small seeds
of some great
ideas
and yet, they may find themselves
waiting for the wind
–photo by me
meadow magic
there are meadows
in the forests
ever shrouded
by the trees,
where daisies
dance with fairies
when there’s magic
in the breeze;
where elves and imps
and pixies too
come from
everywhere
to dance among
the flowers
when there’s magic
in the air
Inner Spaceships
The ships are coming!
Can’t you see them?
Their dark sails fill
The entire night sky
Advancing, advancing–
Can’t you hear them?
The collective roar
Of their vast armada
Thunders in my ears–
Can’t you feel them?
Their other-worldliness
Is already upon me
Permeating my mind–
The ships are coming!
haiku 122
pelicans are made
from the leaves and sticks and foam
of raging rivers
–photo by me
the crop duster (etheree)
a
local
crop duster
appears daily
in the morning skies
over the farmers’ fields.
suddenly, he plummets down,
barely clearing the power lines,
and releases his chemical spray–
in essence, marking his territory.
–photos by me
escort (archives)
i lie on the beach
under tangerine skies
amid scattered
and twisted debris,
while 13 black birds,
dispatched from
the sun,
are fast coming
‘cross the dark sea.
they’ve come
to escort
a lost soul
to the west,
a soul that’s been
newly set free,
and their black
beady eyes
look around
for their prize–
o why are they
looking at me?
–photo by me
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