A new book for more small Japanese forms |
My haiku book has inspired more daily writing. This will be a place for the new small stuff writing, senryu and tanka. |
questions without quick response puzzles of life so much can push wrong pieces in a good place [2013.29.9…b] |
false prophets spew sweet perfumed words when we listen do we fear hearing of poisoned love? [2013.28.9…a] |
waiting hot overcast autumn morn ice melts in fresh brewed green tea a color that fades slowly [2013.26.9...c] |
I chose a brush and color poured out to share this simple joy now each man sees every beat of my heart [2013.26.9...a] |
the moment I felt your hand slipping from mine I chose a lost kitten love healed our two souls now we are three [2013.25.9...a] |
an old bridge sees so few footprints its bricks steady fire came to each side frail human hearts [2013.24.9...a] |
his falling tears glow in moonlit chaos rosary beads [2013.23.9…b] senryu or his falling tears glow in moonlit chaos rosary beads slip across the glass bridge spans no direction home [2013.23.9…c] tanka |
lamentations origami mantras wall of hope [2013.22.9...b] |
will you wake I have waited twenty years I need to live these dreams are shadows a lament before death's arms [2013.21.9…a] |
step beyond strife wise men share many paths roses and thorns [2013.20.9…b] |
walk softly let your songs spin with time remember youth [2013.19.9...b] |
a touch of silk her voice reading aloud memories [2013.18.9...b] |
night journal each hour dances as one while sleep heals [2013.17.9…b] |
spoken aloud to unravel the seams of disquiet [2013.16.9…b] |
one small voice in a world filled by sound wailing prayer [2013.15.9...b] |
my heart bleeds thick gray streaks of rain requiem [2013.14.9…b] |
old man spits fire mocks a beautiful rose forty years have passed his untimely blindfold conjures a crown of thorns [2013.13.9...b] |
wild seeds planted grow strong like fine grapevines inebriating ideas twist to shape-shift into word photographs [2013.12.9...b] |
in warm candlelight tales of living and dying bells cross horizons [2013.11.9…b] |
we are all equal in the arms of our fathers where love can blossom [2013.10.9...b] |