People dying all around, it seems. Old friends, old enemies, sometimes in one and the same person. I, too, am in that queue somewhere. Prompting this senryu:
Time passes
And so, too,
All our asses
Passages
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Tag Archives: nature
Ten haiku
Here are some haiku that have piled up. Enjoy.
Sparrows
At the feeder.
Suddenly, a woodpecker
Wind from the North
Cherry blossoms
Flee
Covering a street
The color of winter
White blossoms
Through the new green
Honeysuckle
A startled fawn
Early morning parking lot
Street lights in the fog
An alien armada
Cherry blossoms
Still tight
Holding out for sun
The ghost of winter
Blown by an April wind
Dust devil
The calendar page
Turns
April follows reluctantly
The moon
So large at dusk
Barely lights your face
Wind, sleet
In spite of April
A splinter of winter
Just before the final extinction
Just before the final extinction
There were strange and wonderful creatures
Elusive slabs of silver
Darting through the water
Among shape-shifting bulbs
Trailing fierce limbs
And some barely-there whisps
Still deadly with near visible
Strands of poison
And the stone-clasping tendrils
Living dually beneath and above
The frothing rock wacked about
By unseen surrounds
Miniscule bits buzzing through the air
But strong enough to pierce the
Thick outards of others
To suck their vital fluids
Long bendy tails with no body
Slinking among roots and shoots
A mouth at one end and nothing at the other
Lumbering bellowing lumps
With long tusks
That dazzled white in the pristine sunlight
Oddest of all, a bipartite creature
Split nearly symmetrical
Nearly similar but cruelly not
Moving by alternating stilts
Spindly and unbecoming
The two halves bound in eternal embrace
Clutching each other’s throat
Desperate to let go
But trapped, trapped by fear of succeeding
Physics
Light streams in, cold as stars
At midnight
You feel the deepest humming
Of the universe
The unguessed throb of its
Unraveling
A star collapses
A photon flies into a black hole
A moon pulls itself apart
Planets spin and collide
And our lives stream outward
To unknown ends
Making
I know something of making, and I’m here to tell you
If the world was made by some grand carpenter
Somewhere there’s a corner
To which all the error has been pushed
Some joint not quite square
Some depth not quite plumb
Some dark unknown fluke
Covered deftly with cosmic caulk
And one hell of a paint job
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