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60 Haiku

to tantalize the senses

imagination

 

 

In my darkest hour

I reach to my inner self

to speak to my heart

 

 

 

 

 

 

silk slices the air

cherry blossoms drift and slide

onto seas of grass

 

 

renegade poplars

greenhorns reaching for the sky

outlaws on the range

 

 

waters of swift breath

choking back singed charcoal air

seeking virgin shores

 

 

 

electric fault line

distant flashlights’ power cut

stars born burning out

 

 

the sky opens up

rain falls in fluid silence

tears from lost angels

 

 

blue dahlias falling

from a purple twilight sky

paintings from heaven

 

 

 

 

trees dance in the wind

waltzing to a silent song

only they can hear

 

 

fresh cracked lemon yoke

glazed eyeball shining brightly

breakfast of the gods

 

 

icing winter’s cake

vanilla snow falling soft

on the tongue of life

 

 

 

 

translucent river

your depth yet undiscovered

mystic waves abound

 

 

my death wish is gray

so it may hide in the fog

that creeps through my dreams

 

 

love, you’re dead today

yesterday a burning sun

today ice cold flame

 

 

 

 

glistening and sweating,

they blend magnificently,

the lovers and life.

 

 

soft feather light touch

the body’s morning delight

a cool heat creeping

 

 

phasing from lovers

to good friends to casual

acquaintance dying

 

 

 

 

hazing through mirrors

staring at false illusions

the truth is glaring

 

 

structure unstructured

love born and slain in error

no death is timely

 

 

mining for a heart

of gold in silver forests

is a fool’s sad quest

 

 

 

 

insensitive eyes

corrupt and slay hearts of gold

with sweet lovely lies

 

 

pulling up email

letters from oblivion

strangely familiar

 

 

the sound of music

creeps softly into the heart

rhapsody ensues

 

 

 

 

icing on the heart

of emotions insane cake

proves inedible

 

 

your soft voice calling

whispers of eternity

in a slice of time

 

 

a telephone rings

the voice speaks in abstraction

abstrusion pervades

 

 

 

 

young babies aging

becoming men and women

seasoned within time

 

 

haiku’s highest point

a fable within truth found

in nature’s spirit

 

 

coffee warms the throat

in the rain soaked morning light

the cold night deposed

 

 

 

 

rain slicked daffodils

feigning shades of liquid sun

swimming in wet eyes

 

 

hearts break noiselessly

like mirrors in a vacuum

witnessing love’s death

 

 

emotional ties

laced up in worn down sneakers

come undone in knots

 

 

 

 

horizons appear

like the misty hands of love

looming, then fading

 

 

reflecting damp dreams

the rain slicked streets are gleaming

paved with winter’s tears

 

 

uncle tom dying

death’s thundering horses riding

heaven is sighing

 

 

 

 

sharp murderous teeth

defending their right to kill

deadly starvation

 

 

sweet William changes

reverts to pugilism

hence black-eyed susan

 

 

love’s tender rivet

was faulty weak off-centre

our hearts broke apart

 

 

 

 

if you had been a

welder we might not have come

apart at the seams

 

 

our hearts tore and ripped

if you had been a welder

our seams may have held

 

 

a leap of faith is

the certainty God’s grace will

grant a safe landing.

 

 

 

 

face book friendship is

travelling in cyberspace

with strange companions

 

 

savoury moments

seasoned with love’s devotion

a gourmet repast

 

 

green mystic moment,

wooden arms reach for the sky,

trees under arrest

 

 

 

 

Ii am word and mind

when I out pictured myself

I became “I am”

 

 

Descartes invents

the skepticism of self

trying to prove it


 

tidal reflections

at the shallow edge of mind

mirror deeper thoughts

 

 

 

 

atop angel wings

we see a new perspective

lost to those below

 

 

food fit for a king

crowned with tasty chicken wing

cats meow and sing

 

 

worn pages of life

chapters writ on shifting sands

scattered destinies

 

 

 

 

when too tall Jack Straight

became stooped with age he was

renamed Ben Dover.

 

 

an alcoholics

anonymous meeting is

filled with dry humour

 

 

religious golfing

glory to the holy one

and the hole in one

 

 

 

 

the royal city

crowned with beauty in sunshine

regal in shadow

 

 

black summer ocean

bright moonlit waves shimmering

with salty kisses

 

 

gentle feathered touch

yellow wing tipped trees ablaze

in autumn frenzy

 

 

 

 

Cherry Blossoms fall

pink petals on bright green cakes

seasonal icing

 

 

I reach for the stars

as I ride on a moonbeam

eternally young

 

 

we came from water

we depend on oxygen

then revert to dust

 

 

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