dark sky haiku
the
sound
of leaves
between
me and
the dark
sky
Summer ends abruptly.
Balance tips between confusion
& silence. Snow falls
but only in the mountains,
warning the lowlands & plains.
— by PF Anderson, September 22, 2009
I just posted a few thoughts about haiku on my tumblr blog. It’s about my search for poets who write with real music that works to sharpen focus on the moment they describe.
- Kris
river swan
rippling the white edge
of a cloud
an ache
in the shoulders the weight
of grey clouds
in the long grass
a football
barnacled with snail shells
rapt in spider thread my autumn face
one white butterfly -
and with it goes
my train of thought
sun dazzle
is she calling
or singing
Welcominig Mark Holloway …
These are selections from August 5th
to September 18th 2009
on his blog, Beachcombing for the Landlocked
arranged by me.
We dance the fury of purple teeth
roll the great grape streaming our veins
we see the world
the night kaleidoscope
the street
our home
A meatloaf of cat in the open window, a jogtrot of robin on the grass, sectioned by the screen. Not a breath of air moving.
This doesn’t pretend to be comprehensive, but includes a few things that people might not be aware of. I welcome suggestions of other precedents for micropoetry, either in comments here or at the post.
Birds mobbing a hawk:
feathers on the pavement
a small stain of blood
When I return
the rain has washed it clean
Kris
the crickets find their late summer night rhythym counting counting counting the stars one by one and will not cease until they are done
Jack Loftis
