Wednesday, April 30, 2008
A Stream Of Haikus
Creeping fearsome ghost
Lurking within the tall grass
Run! My heart tells me)
A real cool cat
Stares smugly at us all
Quick claws struck a mouse
Past the reeds she goes
Daffodils bowed in her wake
Ripples in a placid lake
Gossamer snares
Delicate but treacherous
Fatal quiver felt
Butterfly flutters
With cathedral wings afire
Glances flutter by
Tweet goes the Pipit
Buzzing each shrub and flower
Withered petal fall
Nothing here but death
Desolation and despair
Hot sands burn my cheeks
Reach out in prayer
Cry out for a bit of rain
Dry throats utter thanks
Come to my dryness
Leave the cold and wet behind
Hang your love to dry
Upon a cold tarn
Nature muses its reflection
A splash echoes on
Dare disturb the calm
Skim that pebble on the pond
Fish scatter beneath
Nothing here but death
Desolation and despair
Arms reach out for rain
Reach out in prayer
Cry out for a bit of rain
Dry throat utter thanks
Looks peaceful today
Yet malevolent clouds hover
Hurry home my love
A frightful warning
Of impending wet and cold
Hands allay my fears
Lord, divide your sky
Give me the colorful part
I shall want no more
The mountain wind blows
Whispered wisdom, uttered truths
Here's where I will camp
Lonely sentinel
Faithful to a sworn duty
Ease your arms awhile
Blinding, shimmering
Whiteness of blustery snow
Come hither with care
Raindrops and teardrops
Sear my cheeks and my heart
Oh woeful adieus
Midst shouts and slams
My beloved despot rages
The clock ticks and tocks
Cold heart's hollowness
Echoes dirges of past loves
Spring thaw is nigh
I saw her today,
Aloof but with a smile
Friday I’ll be back
There you are li’l girl
Swathed in a field of yellow
Bees told me you’re here
Sun sets on Jasmine
Scented twilight stirs my soul
Where has my love gone?
Amidst the rubble
Wasted ruins of the fall
New life emerges
Memories are streams
Of glorious days, sad failures
A beaver dam breaks
Struggling to hold on
Wiry roots cling tight to life
Woodsman hold that axe
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