my hair smells of wood
smoke of your lips lingers could
spark any moment
.
haiku
my hair smells of wood
smoke of your lips lingers could
spark any moment
.
haiku
girls in white dresses
lain on forest floor like bones
knuckles curled like leaves
.
haiku
a night we ran down
the steep dark path into pool
of midnight moonlight
.
haiku
eyes clenched closed
: silence :
prayer utters itself in throat
without conscious thought
.
haiku
i put a pear tree
in a partridge in a swan ~
longing for sweetness
.
haiku
i dig down into
the garden of my self
unearthing truth and
worms and roots
flowers too
and in doing so
heal self and heal earth
singing hours
breath by breath my self
butterfly ~ bee light
.
not a haiku
dreamt we kissed, tasted
bad
you said
you’d got married
hadn’t told me
sad
.
haiku
i’m casually ignored
food passes over my head
serene, manna falls
.
haïku
her feathered fingers
ground him
her earth breath lingers
lifts him to heaven
.
haiku
a murder of nights
thrash of sheets inked grittily
‘tween slither of days