autumn evening dry leaves dancing on the wind -- two owls gossiping
Originally posted on sceadugenga.com
muth-style haiku
Three poems
don't tell me about piano bench wars -- i only want to watch for bananafish
on trial each day, judgement without accusations just razor eyes averted and myriad cuts each deeper than the last
the rain is my lover this night -- kisses wet on my face
Here are a handful of older poems. I’ll toss up some of these recent “older” poems over the next few days. Most were written within the past two years, give or take a few months. I didn’t retain dates, which is okay, IMHO.
The first and last of the three are done in what I call the Jon Muth style of haiku. It isn’t really haiku, but attempts to capture haiku’s feel without worrying overmuch about counting syllables. In the past, I found that the 5/7/5 pattern took away from the ziran or tathātā nature of haiku and so I developed a preference for the Muth’s style as found in Hi Koo! [see below image for Muth’s own explanation].
The second poem is my normal free-form.
Originally published on sceadugenga.com
winter songs/
sakura on snow
an old man drunk on sake
singing of regret
passage/
cottonwood motes dancing on the wind -- cats watching with feigned disinterest
after the storm/
after the storm
a train lowing
in the distance
loss/
the older i get the less i know -- tall grass waving in a breath of wind
owl/
the soft flutter
of an owl on the wing --
did you find dinner?
night music/
crickets outside
can't agree on a tempo
car tire shush
ties the tune
together
epiphany/
tok tok tok -- raven tapping on the fog filled street
rain/
stiff fingers pricked with needles -- getting tattoos is easy in comparison
