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September Haiku
September suns rays
slice across verdant gardens.
Cold nights chill my toes.
—
Summer emptied.
I use days up as they come.
Silk breeze on my thigh.
—
Kitchen counter full.
Fall bounty clogs big pots.
Earth oars down the clock.
—
Rake dreams with windows open.
Kaleidescope trees.
Leaves need many big bags filled.
—
Pace this day’s flight with tastes
of Summer’s ripe bounty.
Pesto’s delight greens my mouth.
—
Morning mist weighs down dawn
Between Summer and Fall.
Coffee tastes better in cold weather.
Technorati Tags: September, short poems, haiku
House of Trust
If trust is our house, then why am I lost
wandering in circles, unable to see?
I know you’re in there, waiting for us
sitting alone on that bench, wondering its cost.
But I can’t find my entrance, let alone the key.
I think I’ve been in there, warm by your fire.
Flickering light held me, mauve drapes closed us in.
I felt safe in your arms, restless soul was laid fallow.
Now I’m untethered and wet, slogging through mire.
If only I could find my way back to that comfortable skin.
An Inch of an Odyssey
I like Taoist thought. You know, yin and yang, light and dark, how they always balance and counteract each other. I also love the idea that all distance is the same relative to infinity. This poem explores these ideas a bit.
An inch of an odyssey takes infinite time
Forever toward it
Forever undone, forever undone, ever undone
Assuming an end is presuming a beginning
Look where you’ve been. You look! You see!
Then wonder “Where on earth am I going?”
Preparing for death frees the wind
to sigh, breathing a soft, new breeze
blowing a tender new bud, unique seedling
Our days and our nights
Swallow each other whole-
Lune lusts for shadow chased Helios
There is no up, there is no down,
Nor back to the belly, nor the crown.
Only forward we lean to fall, grind, roll,
Heave atop the vanishing moment
Hop the lilting merrygoround.
Maps crumble into soot
pinched thin by greasy fingers
peddling false, painted mirrors.
Furrowed, worn paths fell us safely
To known, well trodden soil, dense, smooth, glossed
Away from the path to the effervescent fields
The path through the marshes, ripe, rank and raw
Away from the path beyond to gardenia festooned hills
There is no end, no beginning
Day and night flashes-
Tingling fragrant sparks
In our hearts.
Noël
Happy Winter Solstice!
OUTSIDE,
Memory
assumes the silent
sound of night
where
the crystalline vacuum of
dormant gardens may
Memory
assumes the silent
sound of night
where
the crystalline vacuum of
dormant gardens may
witness a
warm
cheerful
glow
through
the window
to
warm
cheerful
glow
through
the window
to
INSIDE,
where
the heart finds
nourishment, love, joy,
mischief under mistletoe
and other ways of gently saying
"Now shorter days can go!"
where
the heart finds
nourishment, love, joy,
mischief under mistletoe
and other ways of gently saying
"Now shorter days can go!"
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