Noisy old carpenter’s hammer slam suddenly still— splinter in his thumb.
Category: haiku
Haiku 10-10-19
Dawn, great joy! hope! awakening! though waking to sunless blizzard.
Brother Brigham’s Confusion
Against his grasshopper plague The Saint prayed for seagull angels This morning, only blackbirds.
Enough
Fall journey with just these poems and the Universe— Basho, a leaf strewn road.
Senior’s Visit Last Lost Valley History Museum!
How it’s here puzzles him— here under exhibit glass and lights, his old, lost marbles taw?!
Caprice
Jewel of morning, dew glint on willow leaf. Summer wind shakes it
Senior Moments and Composing Poetry
Summer dusk, poem thought— hummingbird hums in, whirs out— gone, just like that, it's gone. A poem composed last night before the Ragtag Community WOD, transition, was posted—but applicable.
The Poet Awaits a Word
Under a pale sun— a thicket’s last leaf and, wind-ragged, a yellow finch Posted in response to the Ragtag daily prompt: Solitude.
A Seventh Discovery of Joy
Whether that shovel leans against the shed or turns soil is irrelevant.
Some People Have no Finesse
In my willows, magpies— will they yatter this conceit all summer long?
