i tether my soul
to air, sky , sun, coming clear
through, even through cloud
.
haiku
i tether my soul
to air, sky , sun, coming clear
through, even through cloud
.
haiku
already, it is
quite dark — it has
not been
light
all
this
tuneless
day
.
haiku
i write my poems
for bees, clouds; for brown sparrows,
for flowers; not you
.
haiku
.
not especially
true
🦋
broken moon hung on
lake skin moody cloud rubbed in
fails to smooth old wounds
.
haiku
swallow as you
go, torn as you
are from cartography of
celestine desert
atlas of cloud
ordained shadow
formed before your
time. stumble past
luminous dials that died
eons ago
knowing you are
encrypted up on
bricked up sun.
tarnished as you are
weary as you are
navigate the milky
blemished gurgle.
hurtle forth, go!
follow no one
least of all
god
lost, lost… no known
end in sight
only dust.
.
not a haiku
.
NaPoWriMo day 23
Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms. Once you’ve read a few, you’ll see what I mean. Here’s her “Token Loss,” “Blue China Doorknob,” “Houdini,” and “Crustacean Island.”
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i write my poems
for clouds, bees; for brown sparrows
; for flowers; not you
.
haiku
morning’s ; cloud cover
brief in spring or young summer
lingers in winter
.
haiku
i might be behind
a cloud right now
my light dim
but i’m always felt
.
haiku
there’s poem in sky
fashioned in golden slow light
seeped slips out through cloud
.
haiku
the sun will always
rise
though it doesn’t always
shine
i welcome clouds
.
haiku