Haiku and Senryu by the Dozen

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At the wayside shrine,
a weary pilgrim’s breathing
snuffs the candle flame.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Even the thrushes
have forgotten how to sing—
empty chalices.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
North wind drives down hard—
fluttering little sparrows
fight to stay aloft.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
No one notices
that the roof needs to be thatched—
then come winter rains.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
On a moonless night,
we huddle around the hearth—
ashes chill our bones.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Mumbling holy words
we rebuild ancient ruins
stone by stone by stone.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
At the garden gate,
she pauses for a moment—
the figs are singing.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
All the little stones
are singing in the river,
voices ripe as pears.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
My soul grows larger
scribbling thousands of haiku
word by tiny word.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
I pick up my pen
and hear a small spring bubbling
deep within my soul.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
There are no sonnets
strong enough to hold the flash
of souls exploding.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Trying not to breathe,
I grope my way through darkness,
seeking holy ground.

 
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon here
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 38 poems here
 
More The Poetry Pantry #82 poems here

Posted on January 8, 2012, in haiku, Haiku My Heart, senryu, The Poetry Pantry, The Sunday Whirl. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Lovely haikus, I especially like

    All the little stones
    are singing in the river,
    voices ripe as pears.

  2. I always enjoy coming to your blog and reading your Sunday haiku and senryu! I especially like 5 and 10.

    http://lkharris-kolp.blogspot.com/2012/01/man-blind-and-my-demise.html

  3. I believe that your soul grows larger with each of these gems. Each is an opening, urging the spirit to listen.

  4. I always love them, but this week, this one especially:
    There are no sonnets
    strong enough to hold the flash
    of souls exploding.

    Gorgeous.

    margo

  5. All beautiful as always, but this one really caught my attention:
    “On a moonless night,
    we huddle around the hearth—
    ashes chill our bones.”

    And this one:
    “At the garden gate,
    she pauses for a moment—
    the figs are singing.”

    Thanks for sharing your lovely words!

  6. You’re fantastic. I love that you wrote the wordle as haiku. I like each verse. I especially like the verse where your soul grows larger because you are writing haiku and you reach out to share with the world. My online community has grown also due to haiku.

  7. Singing figs, singing stones – singing senryu and haiku. Wonderful as always, mmt. 🙂

  8. Again a lovely collection, mmt.

    Pamela

  9. The 6th & 11th are gorgeous, especially the latter, which certainly bears repeating here:

    There are no sonnets
    strong enough to hold the flash
    of souls exploding.

    Yes, gorgeous!

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