sometimes nature agrees
and it’s a gray day
upon gray
though I promise you
the sun came out when
my friend had
good news to share
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2 haiku about the seasons
the spring the winter
autumn summer seasons are
negotiated
green brown warm silver
blue cold red orange umber
cool yellow gold hot
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the killings at Kent State
prelude
the lists don’t show
who shot whom
except
for whom
we don’t know the perpetrators
with
the guns
and certainly there are sides
though only
one side
was
you know
armed
more so we could
search documents or
talk with folk
to
know and note
who
gave orders
as if to say to children then
don’t learn more
or
your elders
might just as well
kill you
requiem
if you were at Kent State
in 1970
on the fourth of
May
you should have heard
shots
and known some of your peers
had been killed
by intramural soldiers of your nation
learning the price
of protest
I suppose
except that’s absurd
because the nation’s youth
and anyone who’s here under rights
and that
everyone
should not have to speak out at the cost
of loss of
life
and who had guns
but only soldiers
the only thing destructive
on
the students’ sides were
voices
yes
and maybe
numbers
it was tragic all around
unreasonably
even
stupidly
frankly so
I mean
what parent generation calls for killing
of its children
what learning process
even with complexity
goes so far
so
terminally far
to send a message
don’t learn anymore
don’t grow
don’t try
ever
again
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Taking place in 1970, the Kent State Shootings (also known as the Kent State Massacre or May 4 Massacre) were the killing of four and wounding of nine unarmed college students by the Ohio National Guard on the Kent State University campus.
(Wikipedia and me)
Jeffrey Glenn Miller
Allison Beth Krause
William Knox Schroeder
Sandra Lee Scheuer
plus nine more students shot, wounded
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(stairways in Kent Ohio USA)
mmm muffins
do you
know
the muffin man who lives on
Drury Lane
and
does he keep a shop there
if so
I’d like to go
or shall I wait for cart-wheels’ sounds
to signal
that he’s coming with
his wares to sell
and we shall smell
and set
to buy by that
first thing
coins whose
scient is nowhere near as appealing
anxious trading
chittering as announcement
in
my pocket
wearing or part of a shouldered
purse
the bearer who
wants to buy for breakfast
and
then more
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(n.b.)
I’m sorry
but
here’s a chapbooklet
for Friday or whenever
no time
any time
sorry
this is where I walked
and now we walk
(as
Everypeople)
as far as grace permits
in the distance
yet
come closer
there is the nearest thing to house
that was a home
a room
blue walls
plaid textures
(to
recall)
and my rough way
(as all)
through adolescence
earlier
there had been sleepwalking
I remember
waking in the black-tiled bathroom
and on the stairs
of
neutral color
I also remember crying
at night when the ceiling fan
bit thing
in
the hall
must be turned off
I don’t know
standing for some king of peace
perhaps
now I remember
reaching down for something then rising
hitting my head upon a rail
drawing blood
but
because it was a late dark time
trying to leave it all
alone
in the black bathroom
anyway
where it would be easier to do any cleaning
then
or later
so
maybe there were demons then
maybe it pursues me
still
chases and sometimes
must catch
far in experience
in memory like a spell and also
now
and is there exorcism to
relive
or any riddance trying for
that older
and smarter
for all the times
it passes with currents
such as blood
within
and also getting out
so very much
too hurt
too angry
for a child and a teen
and for the since
the growing up
once
grown
sigh
come closer in
to remember
to embrace
what
to keep
(closer in)
what to be rid of for
the time remaining
inside the seven days
inside
the seven days in May
of a good story
when
we challenged everything
we thought
we did well in black and white
then
realized we had missed all
the grays
between
at least like Fail Safe
we did not
begin
to blow up ourselves
or like the other
story
in which we finished off
ourselves on
Earth that
time
(Seven Days in May, movie 1964 based on novel 1962; Fail Safe, movie 1964, novel 1962; Doctor Strangelove, movie 1964, novel Red Alert 1958)
mood swing music indigo
(brief retrospective)
1
dance
to syncopation
first
time
jazzy gospel gets us
started
but approaching war-time
swing
music must
take over
and in how many lands
the heavy boots
on time
were overwhelming but could not
sublimate
there being resistance
(always)
in these cases all the counter-steps
meaning freedom
from the jacks
2
a way to swing through the Depression
to believe
in something new
as old
had failed with
Hoover
then with Chamberlain
in Europe
where the shadow rose
and light was
hiding itself
against
the Bible strategy
and
so too weak to withstand
gray
and black
and all the death to music
it went for
3
now we’re here
the music spilling everywhere
without
foundation
though days cannot help
but be based on
the days
before
and resolution or the lack
if any
even without jazz-resolution
so that
all to hear
to dance to
is
not jazzy
only moody only
indigo
unchurched
what is thoughtful
what is faithful
to share
to share the love of God
though we only know our own
no better
maybe no worse
that if hale at all
in spite of veniality
or
the mortal kind
at least
is something to try more so
than other
alternatives
hatched in other places
by
other kinds than the source we
may not know
yet’s on the move
regardless
fail safe
what is
safe
why
nothing when the lion
offers comfort
folded inside the fur
warm-blooded
muscle
and it’s the thing
the beast
that
when beast
tears with the claws we knew
were there
but wanted to be folded into
something
warm
and strong
air
water
land
certainly fire
all have bifold natures
and allowances
and then
the things with choices
angels
of both kinds
and us
you know
with everything a resource
for decision
by the numbers
by the numbers
I think I watched once
someone
paint that way
I was impressed
in
something bright and
sonorous
(maybe there was music
near)
covering plain
numbers
even accurate
and with
a certainly and yet near the lines
an aching wildness
of beauty
in which
to work
I know I could not do it
if admiring
the product
though
I must admit I lean toward abstract
for appreciation
then penultimately yours
it’s Friday
compose well
this day
even plans to recreate
or plan not
to plan
to play
breathe easy between actions
as if
in intermission
before the act
go in
for many it’s a weekend
plainly
so work
and look forward
then
to have it
a comedy perhaps
to play through
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May We
May Day
For the dryads and the Soviets
And a Saint Joseph
Day as well
A folkloric opening to spring
In the belief the season
Has
Without much doubt
Arrived
At least in northern land
With
The reverse to the south where we
Are opposite
For not being winter
The May pole
Is a deal
And somehow parades of weapons
Maybe to say
To show
This is that kind of spring for us
Well
Mostly a new month all round
And with associations
And we might not have caught it is
The first
Or think of it another way
To have
Hmm
There also the expression of alarm
Rhyming and quick
To use
And so it’s used
So
We do things with this day
From folklore
And religion
Through to politics
And
A call for help
That the others might
Incite
Good
Day
Though there’s context
Past and present
Or maybe good as any other day
In which we live some fullness
For
The living
Though
In case of Jeopardy!
We have a few questions for the columns
And
By the way
Some of us know what
To plant now
By
The day within the season
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(Finland)
One Thing Two Things
(I suppose not unlike One Fish Two Fish . . .)
Have I anything
To say
Today
I get
To this point
(sometimes starting there)
Near
What I think should be
An ending
For
The day
An end enough
To say
Here is something
Using eccentric pace
With
Access to metaphor
Something
That prose can say and often
Does
Say
And yet we have this way
The dance
Maybe
Straightforward or circuitous in
Intent
And
Form
Or both and all
Together
The sound
The shape like that music
Of
Rectangles on the page
And I think I say to you
This day
(and yet not new)
That
Love is good
When
Not bent or twisted
Which may come from an outside
Agenda
Demanding faith
And time
And money
Which eats away at
Time
Good faith
And
Devotion
Love to own and offer freely
And there should be health
In that
And so to healthy love
As a value
And approach
Maybe
With
The peacefulness of doves
The cleverness of
Serpents
(giving
snakes a chance)
Any can love and love well
Some things depending
I’m
Afraid
While the glass we see through darkly
Makes fidelity a challenge
(doable)
Makes love
The risky pleasure though no better quality
Of quantity in
Life
And the better
Open
Lasting things therein
Acquired
Fleshly
And abstract
And
So in this a
Pleasant day desired
For
You
The day and then
Romantic and-or reflective evening
As we please
While
Maybe dove-like and snake-like
In
And with the too often the imposing and
Suppressive world
The division faithful make
Like that
Spirit and flesh
Though they and with the world made
Good
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Matthew 10:16
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matters for prayer
(I should know there are always these to express)
sigh
so what do I have to say
if anything
right now
or in the hours to come
I give myself the day off as an
option
that some readers might not mind
the break to take
from
the entwinements
I could speak of God
for us
and I do pray for you
for us
although
I have no added insight at the moment
to the prayer
there is a wildfire
nearby
I mean
in my county
so I know the location
the forest I have driven through
and hiked in
and stayed
the place
of a human tragedy of note
(meaning it’s
marked)
from some decades ago
and while containment has been accomplished
the burning still goes there
and for
some days now
so that’s the occasion
looking for an occasion
and here’s
the spiritual part
a prayer
as
dear God
cover the firefighters and
other fighters and supporters
with care
to keep them
cool
(if possible)
and safe
(that by you is)
encourage those who had to leave
as they return
to face the changes
in damage
or simply facing the new way
things must be considered
now
not that we shouldn’t always be aware
of fragilities
and dangers
but
well
who does that all the time
no matter how exigent the living
cool
(if possible)
and safe
(that is)
please
and thank you
amen
so I said this and if you’d like to join
that would be gracious
and so
a prayer for you
and us
in that
dear God
please hear us when we speak to you
and you do
of course
but it is human to speak to you
the way we do
even the way we’re taught
grant calmness of night
and if that can’t be
so
then allow some source of calm within
that we might access
if only can a little
help us to be together
in the new day
together as in self-knit and then
joined with each other
the togetherness
in which
there’s greater hope that the day not only be
endurable
but also good to think about
to feel
and mostly to live through
peace
and union
and
our differences
amen
yes
I prayed this for you
for us
as with the other
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[haiku]
ask at all of firsts
from nil gifts to open so
open Earth and us
[out now]
Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku
by Literary Revelations
I’m not so good at promoting myself, but my work is in this anthology. As I’ve mentioned before, I find haiku an arduous process. So I guess I will say for myself that I’m pleased to have my haiku selected for inclusion in this work.
The book is out now and available at Amazon and appears to have been well-received so far. I’m grateful to Literary Revelations for the publishing and more specifically to Gabrielle Marie Milton for all her art and effort.
The main title, I probably don’t need to say, is the theme for this gathering of haiku. Thank you—any, all of you—for your reading of my work generally and should you read what I’ve contributed in Tranquility.
I think as I’ve written earlier, ten years ago while I was recovering from surgery, my sister gave me a laptop and told me to write something. I decided then to try a blog, though I barely knew what one was.
Throughout my life, it seems that writing has been one thing I can do nearly anytime. Feeling well, feeling poorly. At peace or in great stress.
Who knows, maybe I’m getting somewhere on this path.
Christopher
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