A Few Haiku

toot my horn to warn
this is my road to nowhere
beep, I’m coming through

 

running out of time
as we stand in our corner
fighting with phantoms

 

around the edges
sunlight filters into rooms
even in winter

 

the red dragon squats
meditates on golden hills
glorious sunset

 

don’t shoot mockingbirds
the power is in your hands
freedom at a price

 

tonight the moon sips
light directly from the sun
drunken beaming smile

 

page after page rips
stories from another space
the fabric of time

 

today the sunshine
goes to battle against winds
a shivering peace

 

broomsticks and black cats
as the wolf howls at the moon
tides wait for no one

 

this cold afternoon
adorned in a cardigan
wet towels outside

 

this sad winter tune
lost in the silence of night
do cicadas sleep

 

tracing the rhythm
each beat a poetic tone
faster than sonnets

 

widening the gap
revolutionary times
a long way to fall

 

the sound of jack boots
marching over civil rights
a shifting focus

 

 

Copyright June 2017

 

 

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A Twitter of Haiku

 

in the still of night

the sound of pen on paper

bouncing ideas

 

surrounded by walls

the all pervading silence

no one here but me

 

on the weeping gum

a boastful crow sits and caws

the black and white cat

 

by the laundry door

weeds growing in abundance

absence of green thumbs

 

without any care

blithely stomping through puddles

end of the rainbow

 

through the window pane

a single ray of sunlight

dust motes dance on pins

 

as sunset beckons

a deepening of shadows

haunting cry of birds

 

give a little time

to doing nothing at all

drift along in dreams

 

my mind writes

goes walking through syllables

counting all the way

 

across the night sky

my fingers walk in tandem

trail of twinkling stars

 

gorging at the trough

they do not see the poison

ingested with pride

 

their anger makes me shrink inside myself until I do not exist

 

loneliness descends

leaving icy comet trails

bypassing the heart

 

at nearly midnight

sudden flap of wings outside

gaps in the moonlight

 

 

Copyright May 2017

 

 

10 tea haiku encore

woody rooibos tea~reddish glints of africa~swirling in my cup

ceremonial~cups and teapot on a tray~sip sunny sencha

winter’s dash of red~often mixed with hibiscus~glowing rosehip tea

we call it “charlie”~regal prince of wales black tea~edwardian style

fancy cup of chai~spicy, frothy, milky mix~sweet tooth satisfied

russian caravan~stepping out across the plains~tea for travel dreams

virgin curling leaves~blast of green gunpowder tea~crunchy rice crackers

pot of oolong tea/ halfway between green and black~taste all of it’s own

hint of lemongrass~zesty lift to plain green tea~a morning mood boost

a long frosty glass~ice cubes bob in sweetened tea~slices of lemon

 

 

Copyright Jan 2013