Tag: Haiku
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Kennedy Lake Park Tucson
Kennedy Lake Park Tucson Mountains and treesMirrored in the water whileDucks and crows forage –LE – 7/2/24
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Sand Painting – Memoir Memory
Sand Painting Colored sand seeps inSanding me through open mindMandela gazing –LE Back in the late ‘90s, we went to the Cleveland Museum of Art to see a demonstration of Tibetan Sand Painting. Buddhist monks sat on the floor of the gallery making intricate mandalas on the floor before them with colored sand, placing each…
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More Haiku For A Day In Early June
A crow is calling,thrice, rest, thrice, rest, again thrice –rose-glass filtered sun. Jacob’s ladder climbs the sky,cloud-filtered sunshine –startled crows take flight. –LE
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Haiku For A Day In Early June
Sparrows’ songs sunshine,vapor trails across deep blue –dried-out worm… Sol’s prey? The sun’s dream, burningmy shadow on gray concrete –goat-head thorns abound. –LE – 6/9/24
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Fall Haiku
Fall of ’98 – Haiku Cloudbursts soak my clothes and shoesLeave me wet and cold –Web-bound bugs struggle Yellow Ash leaves are fallingCovers the green, green –The last mower sings In her autumn bedPassion tides recede and rise –The fan moans softly Wasting away inPoly-something cubes –Windows NT for our light Who in hell can…
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Late Seasons Haiku and Celebration Painting
Late Seasons Haiku windswept blades of grass,velcro for decaying leaves —crows hunt for treasure a crow is calling,thrice, rest, thrice, rest, again thrice —rose-glass filtered sun wet snow all around,parking lot puddles soak shoes —tracking salt inside –LE
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Jethro Tull
Jethro Tull snorts and humming flute spits fire-laden ice waterlight-show dappled stage Dickens era clothesexpecting sackbut and lutebohemian rock post-show exit blueslocomotive breath – enragedaftermath come-down overflowed parkingtime-warped travel home – snot dripsfrom Aqualung’s nose –LE
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Dappled Sunshine
Dappled Sunshine no more computer,no more work induced stressing — gone incognito mystery-bird calls thrice —hunger…danger…alone insoft dappled sunshine –LE
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Enigma – Haiku – Mothman
crunching wind-devilstrewn leaves in my path —translucent cloud deck Scorpio’s sun castslong shadows, even at noon —skink does his pushups
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