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
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
everyone alive
is lucky
to be
this vibe
chance to sacred~dance
.
haiku
this monotony
of male voices must cease. let
females harmonise
.
haïku
so , perhaps one day
i’ll howl , for now , quiet hums
come , become louder
.
haiku
sound speeding past us
decked in stoned-lightheadedness
burst-out happiness
.
haiku
half-waist magic sun
sinks past thighs shivers timbers
rumbles up spine down
.
haiku
you touch my weathered
rib
bones in sequence
playing
all the old tunes
again
.
not quite
a haiku
whole body blinking
timed to music
heart open
stars like foxes come
.
haiku
tune the day to day
frequency to yay and yay!
life is made to play!
.
haiku
music happens where
drops fall from fountains
snow from
mountains lointaine
.
haiku
.
lointaine : fr ~ far away