Written this morning.
Haiku in Three Drips
The rain stopped falling
At half past five, but a fast
Relentless drop kept
Me awake, its beat
Against the gutter’s steel, ping,
Ping, ping, ping, ping was
A Chinese water
Torture insisting on its
Own sharp Summer sound.
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Written on July 13, 1999 for Brigitte.
A Triplet of Haikus 4U
Before it really
Dawns, the birds noise somewhere near.
An owl hoots. Summer.
In the silence I
Hear the clock thump like a heart
On the sunroom shelf.
Above these faint sounds,
Unseen but not unaware,
God watches you sleep.
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Note for John: Alas, they are a family heritage. They sprout spontaneously where poets reside.
Family haiku:
ReplyDeleteWe taught Henry and Malcolm
Syllables today.
Parse this: I anticipate a splendid haiku in French on Pontoon Pirates.
ReplyDeleteDungons and dragons
ReplyDeleteWill be played on the morrow
After more carp are sought