Category Archives: haiku
Haibun: ‘If My Friend Comes’
My friend might come to eat dinner with me. We could sit by the window and wait and watch for the first star. We could toss down shots of apple juice, and retrace our long, sublime journey of friendship in story and song. If my friend comes to dinner…
In a dusty ditch
a few sunflowers still bloom—
first days of autumn.
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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Alley Walls
Some walls in an alley in Ajo, Arizona are decorated with murals.
brushed on old brick walls
all the colors of autumn
swirling as a dream
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Seasonal Matters
1.
Above the sheepfold,
frost tore a hole in the sky—
stars tumbled to earth.
2.
There’s no time to think
about your dirty linens—
blizzard’s moving in.
3.
Wash the closet floor
now that all has been removed—
final spring cleaning.
4.
On clean white paper
I write some sunflower songs—
strangers will sing them.
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Looking toward Summer’s End
1.
Ripening pumpkins
and drooping sunflower heads—
summer’s almost past.
2.
Scorching afternoon—
in labyrinths and tunnels
tiny creatures hide.
3.
Sheltered from the heat,
we tied bundles of sweetgrass
for ceremonies.
4.
End-of-summer dream:
The galaxy inside me,
some unseen hands wove.
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Haibun: Exposing the Lie
As we build our life, we will tell each other stories about books that held us together when we thought we were falling apart. Over and over, we will say the authors’ names, for they are sweet as chocolates in the mouth, or shiny red apples. Outside, on the street that runs by our house, hardened people will swear that no one has a choice about anything, that all of us are puppets of the gods. But our tales of love and courage will expose their lie.
Why should we pretend
to know what the white lotus
murmurs to the moon?
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Summer Quintet
1.
a white summer shawl
with a streak of grape jelly—
breakfast carelessness
2.
My neighbor’s children,
using a stump for a drum,
mark summer’s passing.
3.
a blur of bright wings
as the sated hummingbird
leaves the columbine
4.
Two crows chase a hawk
through the summer morning mist
above the river.
5.
Head for the deep pools
where the water is so cold
it makes you shiver.
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Four Seasons
1.
Summer border tale:
thirsty immigrants perish
in the sizzling sun.
2.
How eager I am
to see the return of fall—
look, the first red leaf!
3.
Hold me in your lap—
caress me, Lady Winter,
with your frigid hands.
4.
Lady Last-Spring-Frost,
fearful of your kiss, the plum
holds back its blossoms.
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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Artists Alley
Artists Alley in Ajo, Arizona features colorful murals.
Heat, relentless heat!
Even the artwork sizzles
on the desert walls.
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Cracks
Shadows often lurk in cracks in the Sonoran Desert of Southern Arizona.
Some light, some shadows—
summer arranges herself
just as she wants to.
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Serious Haiku, Nonsensical Verse
On a summer’s day
I write a little nonsense,
then lie down to nap.
I smell the water, dream of rain,
And think: “How clever is my brain!”
A window yawns, the waters stretch;
I think: “I’m glad I’m not a wretch!”
The mirror makes a tiny noise,
I lose my Self—and then my poise.
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