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sunny blue sky
save for
one wispy cloud​




Teaming with life
spring sun rejuvenates //
tea still steams​





Morning breath still visible
on sunny spring day //
cause for hope​






this moment is now //
this moment is now //
this...
look at that spider!​
 
wet footprints
on the rock //
gone the same moment


green eyed
and frisky //
covered in hair


heart beats faster
senses heighten
oh!! //
my paw


dog stalks from afar
HE'S OFF! //
only a rock


jesters laugh from
the trees //
too high for you​
 
Someone more eloquent/ educated than me will be able to explain why these are so excellent but I just wanted to say
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copelandia. said:
Very interesting, may I ask what inspired such writing?
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Mostly the weather. It is just beginning to warm up so I went outside w/ my pad and a pen and wrote these down in about 10 minutes.

I tried to write them as spontaneously as possible to reflect the moment.

I'll have some more soon.
 
ode to kerouac

drunk as a hoot owl
writing words
by headlamp




singing in the other room
terribly off key
only I know​



no moon tonight
just stars and
a jug of wine​



headlamp and
a star map //
moth on my face​



thousands of dots
speckled pink sky
I miss you​
 
glances meet again
unspoken love
this isn't haiku​



wind whips the trees
grey monday chill...
laundry in the basement​



spring's vibrant blossoms
frozen in April​



worms on the driveway
'park it there' //
splat​



Je t'aime
ma chérie //
flunked french test
today​
 
first attempt at haibun (俳文)... not sure how it went.




She eyes me through the eerie glow of computer generated light. I return her stare. She mouths words that disappear between the few feet separating us. Words are transcended by this telepathic exchange. Time crashes in around us. We are one.

shared affections //
disjointed or melded by
unspeakable reciprocity?​
 
squirrel digging
hidden treasures
beneath //
door slams​





golden liquid
steaming
in my cup​
 
rock wall chipmunk
eludes dog
maybe tomorrow...



bird on the roof
dog shitting //
beautiful spring day



cloudy spring sky
save for
one blue patch



full lotus
in the yard //
dog with stick



no package
today
only more suffering​
 
There are some wonderful glimpses here, sharp and soft focuses... I particularly like the ode to Kerouac - I'm sure he'd approve. :)
 
That's synchronicity... the last thing I wrote a couple of days ago was called 'leashed' ... it wasn't about a dog though (or at least, not literally...)

The haibun is definitely an interesting form.
 
Stricken by a flash of latent bestial nature, the otherwise well-mannered dog jets for the early evening campfire across the way. Gasps ring out through the warm spring air. He stops well short, answering with some yelps of his own. No harm done... Get back here! You don't do that!​

held now by the leash
dog mopes in the shade
be reasonable​
 
sweet smell
of thunder clouds
rolling in...
​



fishy air
white caps thunder
off the pier



in full bloom
the tree's branches
touch my window​
 
I was recently rejected by Frogpong journal, so I'll publish what I've written this summer on BL!

"Asshole!"
urban driver's screams
replace bird's chirping


roasting meat
smells waft-
drive-by shooting!


even the birds
ask for handouts
in the cities


crashing door
rattles
the rain drenched
awning


wet summer air
and dim apartment malaise
are on


white blossoms on
the green tree
collecting rainwater

hungry birds
scavenge for foods-
stomach rumbles


seeking shelter
under the pagoda-
spider descends dryly


robin struggles
to take flight
after heavy rain


stream-rock meditation
interrupted by
howling sirens


fire ant
suddenly stranded
on newly formed island


suns rays
peak through the
lush green canopy


only cloud in the sky
blocks the
sun's rays


no fish here-
only fire ants
and me


Browsing 'Woman's Health'
magazine rack at midday-
300 pounds white male cop


useless, useless
sprinkler full blast-
torrential downpour


lightning flashes
my windows
losing more sleep


twirling my pubic hair
into Jewish ringlets-
two months since a shave


noisily
the bird
screams


who knew
one bird could produce
hundreds of calls?


early afternoon shadow
mimics my
haiku dictations


the city din
has invaded
even my bones


chorus of songbirds
and homeless outside my window-
3 am!


drunken acquaintances
mumble pillow talk on the
futon outside my door


white marble pillars
reflect the low
dusk sun


thick June air-
more wading
than walking


early evening
thunderstorm
rattles the windowsill


rejected by Frogpond
disillusionment sets in-
writing for myself


the hungry robins
congregate in the
tall green grass


shamelessly
the bird wallows
in the dirt​


haibun

They yell at each other in the other room. She does most of the dirty work. Jazz crashing from my speakers does little to mute the argument. Crashing cymbals coincide with yelps of desperation. Faces redden. Tears form in the corner of eyes.

young lovers
stroll carelessly
through the park​




He doddered over from the Cannonball Adderley records. He was of an ebony complexion. Our glances met as he advanced, creeping low and steady in my direction. A shared feeling of unsettledness was the only thing we had in common; our mutual distrust of each other may have been another. A moment passed, and he sauntered back to Cannonball- me back to my reading.

irrational terror
stemmed from one encounter-
arachnophobia​
 
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