A slight cooling tinge
A small cricket weariness
Sings autumn to the trees
Haiku: Changes
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Category Archives: Poems
VerseWrights
I am pleased to say that as of this morning, I am a member of VerseWrights, which publishes both established and promising new poets. I’m delighted to be in such good company; some great stuff there. Check it out!
Senryu: democracy
On the arid plains
Of lofty high principle
Reason dies swiftly
At the Pub in my Head
Here’s a lovely bit of magic from a splendid poet I just stumbled onto by chance. Enjoy!
*Image found HERE
*Prevod dole! 🙂
At the Pub in My Head
My upholsterer,
my carpenter,
architect, painter,
tailor and gardener
were seated at a table,
searching for an ailment
in the beer,
a tired listener
inside one another.
The architect said:
“You should have seen
the look on her face
when she opened the door
and saw no columns!”
He gulped the hop
and moved in his seat,
closer to the secret.
“She told me that she wanted
a bedroom
the size of a coliseum,
walls engraved in stone leaves
and she wanted
the arches to reminisce
howling wolves,
heck! She even asked me to build
the whole thing
as tho it was on the Moon!
I told her
hearts are not stone
and nobody cares
for their geology no more,
so I built you
a house
with plain rooms and walls!”
“Ha, you had it easy,
just ask…
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Diptych for Autumn
I
They say time is a river
You can never step in twice
In the same place
But I know you can
If you wait long enough
Between steps
If you wait until it’s unrecognizable
Until you step on a dry patch of grass
Crunching underfoot just so
Until you taste the clay the color of dreams
Until you feel the sweat making canyons
In the soil on your forearm
Under the seeping sun
Unfiltered by knowing
I say you can, by being still and listening
To the strangely placid screaming
Of cicadas
Dying away into the night
II
Among the ghosts I saw
In a strange and fitful mirror
A young man, lean and early,
Sunlight stranded in his hair
Skin the color of baked earth
Heart like pierced leather
Eyes berserk with possibility
I saw myself, long ago
exiles child 