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. |
nothing happens as I stretch my boundaries I conquer nothing the aura of my spirit is independent [2014.11.3…b] |
I cannot weep for other human losses my child you may run free in my imagined fields [2014.10.3...b] |
memories are cobwebs and chipped paint recycled the wooden gate rots and falls hinges rust [2014.9.3...d] |
my bruised cheek my hand stung for days when I dared return your slap I alone shed tears because it was wrong [2014.8.3...b] |
gray tinted light enough to read the fine print life's map a bright kaleidoscope maze in the shade of love [2013.29.11...b] |
in a thimble a drop of hope a potion of four winds a few notes of song to guide my way home [2013.19.11...b] |
oceans of rainfall wind tosses each fallen leaf windows shield me sheep’s wool and vineyard grapes are my warmth [2013.3.11…b] |
deep purple patches of intense yellow bruised sunset battered by hopeless wind fighting for night [2013.22.10…c] |
in a parade honoring death's embrace leaves wither in magnificent hues worthy of masters [2013.21.10…c] |
growing old in dim candlelight he reads love poems sad testimony to romantic dreams [2013.20.10…c] |
far from rainbows my bare feet carry me on wrong paths I chase luck while it fills other shoes [2013.18.10…c] |
seeking knowledge I see him wandering he is not blind his direction is a half filled cup [2013.15.10..c] For Eric Wharton |
a circle of turbulent wind one gold coin torn from his nervous hands a new lucky charm [2013.10.10…c] |
ancient starlight brighter than eternity they guide us well when our souls stumble and shards tear our hearts [2013.8.10…c] |
to make paper chainsaws cut words from trees their silent language marvels all who work and live in the forest [2013.7.10…b] |
in their dreams they walk on bridges of ice courting tradition they advance so slowly afraid of sunlight [2013.6.10…c] |
one more time God weeps torrents of pain abandoned prayer for man has destroyed paradise [2013.3.10…b] |
inside sealed as a promise a piece of cloth from her wedding dress a pocket over his heart [2013.2.10…c] |
in dark corners they wait knowing my fear I hold my tears [2013.1.10…c] |
slow rumble of tires or rain on the street below pushing sleep into a rocking chair your voice long gone [2013.30.9...a] |