Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Haibun

                                                                            
                                                                       Clean-up 

The autumn chores are complete. Plants cut back. The planting beds cleared of debris. Wood stacked by the back door. Container plants we want to save brought inside. Each year we ask:  how much longer can we do this? Each year we move more slowly; the clean-up takes longer; we have more aches afterwards. Knees, backs, shoulders–all complaining loudly. Each year we think about a condo.
                                                                       a sunny window–
                                                                       begonias inside
                                                                        a bee outside

 World Haiku Review

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Haiga









Haigaonline October 2017


Friday, October 20, 2017

Haibun


COFFEE - BLACK

A street empty of people. Just the all night diner is open. Plain, devoid of sentimentality.  A sickly greenish light streams through plate glass windows. A man sits smoking, his eyes looking straight ahead, expressionless.The woman with him appears more interested in a matchbook cover than in his company.

A third customer, a man alone with his back to us, his shoulders hunched. A faceless man in a gray suit. Behind the counter, a young man in a white uniform, a sharp contrast to the darkly dressed customers. He's busy with the dishes and appears to be speaking. Perhaps to himself. No one seems to be listening.
                                 

                                   Nighthawks—
                                   waiting the slow hours
                                   till morning
                                   
Contemporary Haibun Online, March 2007

Edward Hopper, "Night Hawks,"
courtesy of Wikimedia

Friday, October 6, 2017

Haiga:

Daily Haiga

Cattails

Daily Haiga

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Tanka Sequence


                                                                Falling 

                                                     my dreamer’s dream
                                                     the fluff of fairy tales
                                                     and happy endings;
                                                     the fresh fragrance of you
                                                     like a May morning after rain

                                                     all that I feel
                                                     a lovely anguish
                                                     and a longing
                                                     relieved only by your kiss
                                                     and your arms encircling me

                                                     cheek touching cheek
                                                     your hand firm on my back               
                                                     guides me as we dance;
                                                     our hearts falling
                                                     into the same rhythm

Red Lights

Friday, September 8, 2017

Senryu



road detour
turning off the GPS
to get lost






three hour fire log
romantic ambience
on a timer







antique car show
cool cars
hot prices

Living Senryu-
Cattails
Living Senryu


Sunday, August 20, 2017

Tanka Prose


MY COMEBACK ROSES 

We have a garden and I have become, by necessity, a gardener.  Our move to the country to a house with over an acre of land meant some gardening had to be done. With books, a spade, and the knowledgeable voice of a local nurseryman we plant shrubs, grasses, flowers.

                                                       dirt under my nails
                                                       I trade pink polish
                                                       for peonies
                                                       sweeter and longer lasting
                                                       than any manicure

Success with daisies, phlox, black-eyed susans, irises, spirea and many shrubs and annuals have swelled my head. I’m a gardener! I’ll plant roses next. Pooh on all the doubters who say they are hard to grow. The roses do well that summer and survive the harsh winter, leafing  up beautifully in the spring. Then, catastrophe. The leaves are full of pin holes and getting brown. Buds are shriveled. Aphids! That's what the nurseryman tells me.  I go on the attack, spray heavily and wait one week. Two weeks. One morning I see new leaves growing. By mid-July new buds have formed. I spray again and wait.

                                                         a rose bouquet
                                                         sprinkled with morning dew
                                                         in bare hands
                                                         ignoring the thorns and pricks
                                                         and fresh drops of blood
Haibun Today, June 2017