goddess of bread crumbs
birds sigh at the unkempt yard
since you sold the house
Month: May 2015
147
winds mimicking waves
an ocean outside my door!
–spring’s sense of humor
148
kids not-yet-marines
jog along singing cadence
new boots on the ground
158
They died for states’ rights.
We died so that a mother
Could keep her own child.
(Note: from a speech by Robert Ingersoll as remembered by Mark Twain in his Autobiography)
159
peaches have come back
the homeless share them with me
outside our market
149
robins clamour “Thief!”
two crows make a run for it
posse in pursuit
150
grasshoppy bambis
skip along a garden wall
mom points out goodies
151
tiny fawns leap up
frolicking with hummingbirds
mothers forage on
152
does canter lightly
along the tall, thick bear grass
babies jump and dart
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poems on the walls
never at a loss for words
in this seaside house
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cottage rooms papered
with poetry– the bedroom
ceiling: Neruda
(Note: above haiku inspired by Dell Clover at http://www.dimscribblesdiary.wordpress.com)
rewrites
162
when we meet next life
let’s please not marry again
just coffee would do
163
cherry trees sporting
halos of spinning petals
whipped up by spring winds
45
sweeping off the roof
ankle deep in oak blossoms
I see you undress
68
birdsong everywhere
string quartet from my felines
clawing the screen door
120
children connect us
like a garden’s stone bridges
even when blooms wilt
153
hills are all ablaze
farmers cleansing the soil
summer in Kochi
000
but in a car crash
I won’t plunge 12,000 feet
with screaming strangers
000
called the FBI
signed up for the No Fly List
hate flying that much!
1
my pencil burns slow
diminishing with each word
twigs without tinder
2
jenny wren can nest
anywhere, no place too small,
a flexible wife
Memorial Day, 2015
“People sleep peaceably in their beds at night
only because rough men stand ready to do violence
on their behalf.” – George Orwell
our world does not turn
marines know,
unless they die to make it so
they don’t fight for you or me
nor for policy nor for liberty
it’s for them hung in razor wire
it’s who’s guarding their backs
it’s jarheads dying in friendly fire
it’s teens going home in sacks
the granite of the next long wall
they’re the core of our nation’s soul
3 deer haiku
164
Look! fawns! baby deer!
I dash window to window
cats dream venison
165
right here, a doe says,
live locked-up frustrated cats
let’s shake rumps at them
4
next door has roses
I leave their gate wide open
so deer can drop by
rewrites
66
seashells in a jar
leavings of lives, countless lives
catch the dawn light
5
this lotus survives,
embraced by muddied shallows
all else washed away
6
white almond flurries,
flowers fly around our feet
church bells’ vibration
(Inspired by haiku of Issa’s about a temple bell)
7
squirrels’ tail-gate party
right below our bird feeder
robins left early
