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Category Archives: haiku
communication (haiku triptych)
I am uncertain how 3 words breathed in passion more than we spoke them remain strong enough to hold us together still despite differences With what words then, love can I possibly free you? Can they be unsaid?
Mask (HH 05/12–3 haiku)
perfect little thief wears his bandit mask always– rascally raccoon. *** don’t look too closely her smooth features disguise pain brittle, pretty mask *** free from my true face the mask I wore blows away lighter now, and free which … Continue reading
2 summer haiku
I wrote these in 2010, on Gardenweb, so I guess those 17 years weren’t completely dry. Marie’s poems regarding Japanese beetles tripped my memory, and I went and dug them up to share…. It’s a little early for both pole … Continue reading
planting
magic happens here, how buried seeds become life new leaves greeting sun
Hour (Saturday 5/5 Haiku Heights)
share this hour with me, gray and drowsing before sundreams sweet on your tongue
05/04/2012
Lilacs pour perfume into May air, heady scent– I am drunk on spring
Gardenwalking–mantids and ‘maters :)
bright jewel-toned fruit taste sweet/acid in my mouth– homegrown tomatoes ***| they hiss and circle each other, 2 small soldiers war on the squash vine