late grandmom's favourite
bowl now carries her stories
for my children
all these neons
a million shadows
accompany my loneliness
the energies
of the year pour forth
in step to the summer heat
pet horse
the swish of its hair
eggs me on
in my garden
all my plants
fighting for attention
after his
departure
the room so empty
my heart caught
by the leaps of waves
and children on jungle gym
our seats
in the garden
so vacant without you
a stroll by
the bamboo grove
a lesson in walking tall
bathed in
autumn dusk
shadowed by giant cypresses
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Haiku Collection
art
the real and imagined
seeks each others out
beauty in the eyes of beholder
crawlies join their
own kinds
special liking
in the empty chapel
the whispers of prayers
a monster fungus
a jungle walk
made unforgettable
bright and gay
summer's heat fuels
our dance beats
bright spring
my koi fish
kisses the sky
the real and imagined
seeks each others out
beauty in the eyes of beholder
crawlies join their
own kinds
special liking
in the empty chapel
the whispers of prayers
a monster fungus
a jungle walk
made unforgettable
bright and gay
summer's heat fuels
our dance beats
bright spring
my koi fish
kisses the sky
Haiku Collection
art speaks
through our
eyes
the consolation
after the typhoon
rainbows
our childhood tryst
- the little boat
still there
sleepless night
my tired face
needs a coverup
through our
eyes
the consolation
after the typhoon
rainbows
our childhood tryst
- the little boat
still there
sleepless night
my tired face
needs a coverup
Haiku Collection
two berries
so close to each other
lovers
the zig zag lines
the mind works patterns
into a pattern
abandon house
eerie echo accompanies
every of my words
gracefully giving
the wood its other face
carved crane
being who
we are for your sake
no strings attached
in my own world
putting a part of the world
onto a canvas
so close to each other
lovers
the zig zag lines
the mind works patterns
into a pattern
abandon house
eerie echo accompanies
every of my words
gracefully giving
the wood its other face
carved crane
being who
we are for your sake
no strings attached
in my own world
putting a part of the world
onto a canvas
Haiku Collection
time
in a hurry to own zero thought
it eats up every cell, vein
light green cherries
fight with leaves
- for attention
always betraying it
- shell of
the snail
gently uncovering
his sweetness
the carress
our physique
so close there are parts
we wont ever see
in a hurry to own zero thought
it eats up every cell, vein
light green cherries
fight with leaves
- for attention
always betraying it
- shell of
the snail
gently uncovering
his sweetness
the carress
our physique
so close there are parts
we wont ever see
Haiku collection
Swan Song
they wait for turn
to strut their stuff
autumn
at the gate
a rustling yellow carpet
white plum blossom
the leaves make exit
to showcase its radiance
riveting like his moustache
his jazz inches
everywhere
spring blazing bloom
the scarecrows too
have come alive
elixir of life
the bee bends over
with no reservation
tea leaves
in the cup
an autumn lake
our morning walk
the clouds change its costume
from white to grey
autumn leaves
butterflies flit
in the winds
they wait for turn
to strut their stuff
autumn
at the gate
a rustling yellow carpet
white plum blossom
the leaves make exit
to showcase its radiance
riveting like his moustache
his jazz inches
everywhere
spring blazing bloom
the scarecrows too
have come alive
elixir of life
the bee bends over
with no reservation
tea leaves
in the cup
an autumn lake
our morning walk
the clouds change its costume
from white to grey
autumn leaves
butterflies flit
in the winds
Saturday, April 11, 2009
A Collection of Haikus
chinese new year
a spread of red in
the sitting room
spring mountains
ballet dancer
and spiralling lace
snow
on my finger
water
dusk dance
shadows in
the light
stillness
a seat in the blankness
of the mind
my skin and mother earth
there are patches
we wont want to show
a spread of red in
the sitting room
spring mountains
ballet dancer
and spiralling lace
snow
on my finger
water
dusk dance
shadows in
the light
stillness
a seat in the blankness
of the mind
my skin and mother earth
there are patches
we wont want to show
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