Thursday, May 9, 2013

written in the sand

written in the sand
below the high tide line ...
his sweet nothings

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

without you

without you ...
tonight's twilight as gray
as this morning's dawn

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Four Weeks of Ku-ish-ness

(Some with NaHaiWriMo prompts, some with only prompts from my mind)

2/26 closet
last spring’s rain ...
pulling its scent
from the back of the closet

2/27 garage
the scent of ganja
from beneath the garage door ...
summer breeze

2/28 kitchen
even in my dreams mother in the kitchen

3/1 gathering
recovery dance ...
piping plovers the first to return
to the beach

3/2 children’s book
slower now
at page turning yet still
this call of the wild

3/7 status
nervous stomach -
again the sea breaches
the dunes

3/8 line
morning commute -
the North Jersey Coast Line
whistles through the snow

3/10 erosion
battered soul ...
each new storm
remaps the coast

3/12
repeating
Our Fathers and Hail Marys
unable to sleep
I pray to those I have faith
will save me someday

3.14 pi
infinite boredom ...
his lecture on pi
irrational to me

3/17 sound
just before the alarm the deep silence of dawn

3/19
craving bodhi ...
I listen to the surfer talk
about why he surfs

3/19 shoes
waiting for Spring
the flip-flops lined up
by the door

3/21 learning
the clay in my hands shaped and reshaped

3/22
half here
half there
this half moon

3/23 glass
teaching me
the beauty of stillness ...
glass lake

3/26 key
cold night -
still one key on the ring
to an unknown lock

3/27 moon
worm moon -
is he planting seeds
in some other field

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Sweep me up

I won't apologize
for some days wishing
the clouds would sweep me up
and cuddle me in soft, white, fluffy
oblivion

Sunday, February 24, 2013

NaHaiWriMo 14 through 25

2/14 harbor:
morning fog ...
nothing but big fish tales
in the harbor cafe

2/15 orange:
all this snow filled day orange blossom dreams

beneath this roof
heavy with snow ...
orange blossom dreams

2/16 red:
his harsh words -
across the evening sky
every shade of red

2/17 black:
from my homeland -
a white envelope
with a black ribbon

2/18 green:
whatever the season
more shades of green
than I can dream

2/19 blue:
one brown, one blue ...
her see only me
until the bone

2/20 white:
sudden noise -
a flash of white under
his wing

2/21 turquoise:
summer of love ...
The turquoise of her toe ring
nestled in sand

2/22 living room:
winter of 64 -
in front of every TV the kids
sing yeah, yeah, yeah

2/23 bedroom:
black hole -
the lullaby of late night
television

2/24 bathroom:
the door locked
and the mirror steaming abstracts -
cabin fever

2/25 dining room:
family dinner
beneath his five o’clock shadow -
cross examination

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Friday, February 8, 2013

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

NaHaiWriMo 6

leaving no hint
of his footsteps on rice paper -
the Shaolin monk

(a nod to Kwai Change Caine)

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

NaHaiWriMo 5

my father's garden -
eggplant seedlings tucked
into the warm earth

Monday, February 4, 2013

National Haiku Writing Month

I'm going to try to post my February daily haiku on my blog as well as on the FB NaHaiWriMo page. Here are the first few:

Day 1 prompt: pasta
winter's chill -
warmth gathered around a bowl
of pasta

Day 2 prompt: eggs
chill wind -
the branches stripped of all
but this empty nest

Day 3 prompt: cheese
despite the holes
in his story -
oh that Swiss accent

Day 4 prompt: spice
winter sunrise ...
my dreams painted in colors
of rare spices

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Sunday, January 20, 2013

twentieth stone

I tell them first
before they have a chance to ask
no, I don't do it for money
this little bit of my soul
I've written and shared with the world

Sunday, January 13, 2013

thirteenth stone

A gift from a friend. I look for the poets I am most fond of and read their haiku first. Can I be the only one?

Friday, January 11, 2013

eleventh stone

all day
nothing but gray
surrounding me
but for the conversations of strangers
and their colorful vocabulary

Thursday, January 10, 2013

tenth stone

I was reminded tonight of a special group of friends and how much they mean to me. Ever since I began writing and sharing my short-forms poetry online this group of international writers has been supportive and encouraging, not only to me but to the group as a whole. When I went through open heart surgery 14 months ago I could physically feel the love and good vibes coming from around the globe. Now, today, when I am feeling tired and old and empty-headed and storm weary they are here again to encourage me. If I had magic powers I would gather them all in a great hall and throw a party!

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Friday, January 4, 2013

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Wednesday, January 2, 2013