Moonrise tonight close
Above the line, tangerine
Half arc Earth-angled
haiku about death and life
Dying is helpless
The skies open, nature weeps
Hopeless in mourning
Prize in awaking
Who knew how to feel about
Death, an opening
modest gathering
Here is some verse I’d like to share. First a few haiku, inspired by the natural world. Then a poem about pie.
(1)
Over northern sky
Aurora Borealis
Amazes our world
(2)
Over southern sky
The Aurora Australis
This locus astounds
(3)
Horses are aware;
They don’t care who wins because
Horses want to run
(4)
Horses who stand still
Are wiser than we, for they
Know quiet learning
Pie Outside Can’t Hide
Crimp pie crust
Not too hard, ‘cause
Dust to dust
Enjoy the crimp
With elf and imp
Like will-o-the-wisp
When fall is crisp
We bake our wares
To cool on stairs
Steam sprite-rises
No surprises
Wafting dessert:
Magic food alert!
(Gradmama the other day used a couple of words I like, so I added them in here. Kind of like trying new ingredients in a pie.
I lost my good friend
He is closer to the source
Nature and God now
(I’ll write more about my friend)
irony of fire
removes light from home or town
something once ablaze
(kind of goes with the one before)
I do not enjoy
Seeing your house without light
The fire takes too much
after friends’ house fire (haiku)
Here’s News (and a Haibun)
(1)
Here are three news leads from The Guardian:
The United Nations has for the first time signalled its “human rights obligation” over the deadly cholera outbreak in Haiti that has claimed the lives of at least 30,000 people.
‘It’s only working for the white kids’: American soccer’s diversity problem [headline]
Yesterday, a report came out that said more than 1,000 migrants and refugees have died just in the last week while crossing the Mediterranean.
(2)
Everyone on all sides of things is falling down. UN peacekeeping. Soccer, the world’s sport. Migrants we don’t count who die. Doesn’t help my own precarious feelings about stability or sanity in the world. Doesn’t help the fragility in me or mine. On this side of apocalypse (only frightening for some), what might we save? In order to retain poetics, I’ve refrained from news of politics today. I doubt anymore the answer’s there.
(3)
Black box of the plane
Black box of refugee’s boat
Black box of sea’s depths
Harambe
Hold anger around
Visit with the silverbacks
To promise mourning
(haiku) From the Back Yard
Cardinal on fence,
Momentary red still life,
Flies away—that’s good
Cold morning air, one
Bumble-bee under flower
Following its call
Rabbit’s tall long legs,
Wary, lope across the yard:
Mitigated zeal
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