Sunday, May 17, 2009

Pussy Willows: 18 haiku poems


O the last day in May
It soon comes our way

Spring fever compels the Flaneur to a voluptuary's pursuit of poetry.

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Alone in a courtyard
a hummingbird drinks rain drops
on the fly





Alongside the creek
light reflects on shady trees
so real so unreal





Hot wind in the firs
that red amid the green brush
golf ball bumble bee





A loop of birdsong
rhododendron round-about
all the leaves have eyes





2007


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Purple chalk powder
accumulates to the west
illusory sky





Louder than the sea
wild wind in the tall pines
everything moves





Huge clouds billow
over the welling green hills
'danger falling cones'





A fallen flower
dangling in a spider's web
interests the cat





Two bright lady bugs
revolve on blue balustrade
vacant lot smells fennel





Stoned alone in church
like a wonder-cabinet
deep silent prayer





Morning glories bob
birds hurdy-gurdy the trees
forget I'm outdoors





A heat-wave in May
magenta arabesque clouds
lone bat passes by





The leaky faucet
a wee bird knows to drink from
all for survival





A crow flies over
with a bird bone in its beak
business is business





2008


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Cats listen to birds
and hear the carillon bells
but not as music





Bench under the bells
a panoply of teardrops
valley in the clouds





The bat cat out back
hunts bugs in semi-darkness
friday night traffic





Behind our chapel
the deepest scent of roses
in a deep red whorl






2009



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Saturday, May 16, 2009

Springtime Notebook outtakes: 18 short poems

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In Tenebrous Time

Faces in the trees
every cloud every sky
reveals my mind to me





Floating purple clouds
of rhododendron
In a barkless red hollow
the tree associated with Mary
Showed me her apparition
then became something else





The price of every disaster is renewal





The Moon knows three words:
seen, reflected, hidden.





The Lord is life and lamp unto me.
Early Easter AM





Stone walls bridge the air
Bells come down the creeky

Leafy mazes map the buildings
Pow wow on the third story

Postcard view of a re-enacted forest
In tall windows over the drum circles





Bulky evening star
vertiginous balcony
O the discus moon





Despite heavy rain
hummingbirds bounce in trees
flowers are forthright





Sign nailed to a tree
says danger falling acorns
wooden bench nearby





Tilden Park Easter Sunday

Crows in the Oaks
The twisty old Oaks

Always a peak reached
When you follow thoughts

Slow glides the owl
Over the sunny meadow

Over the heads of children
No one looks up

A path--trillium and mossy roots
A patch--serrated clouds blue sky

Pitch black crows in the Oaks
The twisty old Oaks





A cat is wary when it's drinking.





A dream of a bear wearing a black leather sport coat in my apartment.

Occasioned by a BBC TV news bit about "Krishna," a black sloth bear
adopted by a village in India. When they had tried to chase off his
mother and cubs, he was left behind.





birdsong/flowers/the stoned boat





A deuce of moons this May
silent fir trees in mist
fairy folk fold their cards





Marbled red and green
that deeply-colored glass vase
is a soft flower




Roadside stand in Sunderland

The farmer taps
on the car window of memory
The ghost of a sycamore
moves through the dust




At the heart of things
red dots in the conifers
the last of the moon





undersea egypt pours into the vacuum left by an hour glass




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