Simply
Haiku: A Quarterly Journal
of Japanese Short
Form Poetry Contents Archives About Simply Haiku Submissions Search Summer 2005, vol 3 no 2 |
|||
Yoyoshi: Grace Notes - a Womanly Renga | |||
describing
grace notes in the hedgerow goldfinches |
kk | ||
scent of wild-roses leads my morning walk |
ey | ||
below the cliff trail the ocean breathes in waves |
ha | ||
a captain counts fathoms in the narrow channel |
kk | ||
gossamer released by the wind to an open sky |
ha | ||
a wafer moon in the cirrocumulus |
ey | ||
carefully illuminated poems: the ink stone now washed |
kk | ||
grapes on her kimono follow every move |
ha | ||
one placed a bit apart from others, dewy stepping stones |
ey | ||
a soft leather bridle
slips over the Arab's ears |
kk | ||
calm the pale pearl-faced woman that lives inside me |
ha | ||
after her cough, a voice so naturally seductive |
ey | ||
the silence amassed behind each grass blade a daybreak parting |
ey | ||
the young scientist awakes in a bat-filled cave |
kk | ||
dreams dissolve with the sugar crystals in his tea cup |
ha | ||
a warped world on the spoon that ran away |
ey | ||
Krakatoa's ash turns a lightening moon totally blue |
kk | ||
echoes of geese heard in the shadows |
ha | ||
bones seen penetrated, how fish sleeps in the clear tank water |
ey | ||
a vision of Liberty balancing another life |
kk | ||
new mother rests a flowering peach branch knocks at the window |
ha | ||
long day ends carpenters gather their tools |
ey | ||
all night raindrops from the leaking roof in a metal pail |
ha | ||
once upon a time, a
gnome spun straw into pure gold |
kk | ||
plaits of her hair unbound and streaming bike for the two |
ey | ||
space between their
lips disappears into a kiss |
ha | ||
beyond the planets what do aliens know of this writhing in pleasure |
kk | ||
why did Kierkegaard break away from his fiancee ... |
ey | ||
the road darkens as the snowdrifts rise on either side |
ha | ||
two brothers drive
a pick-up across the frozen lake |
kk | ||
aroma of cedar fills the village shrine for the Lady |
ey | ||
a dusty gyroscope in our childhood toy chest |
ha | ||
from our barn suckling sounds ... now the foal staggers slightly |
kk | ||
moist mud on her hand cut potatoes planted |
ey | ||
through the haze the perfect roundness of the Spring moon |
ha | ||
a 78 record playing on top of Old Smoky |
kk | ||
folks see off bon-boats that withdraw below the heaving horizon |
ey | ||
the reflection of fire on the brandy snifters |
ha | ||
he repeats. . . he repeats stories of his reckless youth |
kk | ||
"and ... a river
runs through it" hot tears well up |
ey | ||
swallowing life rafts of pain pills with sips of chill |
ha | ||
a zephyr returns changing everything |
ey | ||
a queen proceeds through white-hazed dogwood peace offering ceremony |
kk | ||
the stone frog covered
at last in soft new moss |
ha | ||
|
|||
Started: 7 June, 2004 Completed: 12 December, 2004 |
|||
Related items in this
issue of Simply
Haiku: | |||
Copyright 2005: Simply Haiku |