bent over alone
old lady gathers pecans
in the waist high grass
The peaceful cockroach
Understanding not disgust
Thought himself lovely
left-handed haiku
in right-hand world, poets and
herons stand alone
The gulls are squealing;
Loose stays on rocking boats ring;
Silence in my mouth.
today's joy unfolds
quiet gladness celebrate
under summer moon
People stand in lines,
waiting to wait in others.
Traffic to life's end.
grayish, frozen sky
a bitter wind howls at night;
snowy, hushed footfall
Noisy future, past -
silence, in the present tense -
Here is where I Live.
Picasso blue sky
leaking total solitude
out of the guitar.
Spring creeps into streams
their pools breathe deep as each waits
for salmon to leap.
Crying a Monsoon ~
Would still not bring my Parched Earth ~
Back to fruitful Bloom
a love in silence
burning hot and fast for years
flickers, fades away
glass bowl in classroom
children watch a tadpole swim
waiting for a frog
Silent company
On this early spring morning
My pensive shadow.
News lays flat in the
driveway waiting sadly to
be recycled pulp.
the garden roses
so still and calm at twilight;
no thought for the frost
Waves bring messages,
Mankind waits along the beach,
Those of peace still drown.
alone the swan drifts
in the shadow of the waves ?
the oar drips water
yesterday's children
silent ghosts of old New York
walk cobblestone streets
On still winter nights
the hunter stirs in slumber
to fawn's quiet sobs
Snow falling on fields,
beneath a crows silent wings,
softly gives and takes.
winter morning run
quiet, still, silent solace
chase my icy breath
In afternoon sun
my shadow one of many
waiting for the bis
owl silent as sin
snatches up unfulfilled dreams
? i ponder the dark
never so serene
the surface of a small pond
six ducks still in flight
hot fast-food breakfast
with others eating alone?
cold morning drizzle
Chaotic dark sky
Suddenly grows calm and still:
The eye of the storm
weathered leather boot
still shadows, empty doorway
what are you guarding?
They are on all night
And sleep throughout the day time
Waiting for people
Bright white moon still climbs
Green fishing boats line the shore
Blue waves crash nearby.
Silent in the night
leave no footprints in the snow
stealthily hunting
Looming black storm clouds
rattle the small quiet town-
bullies in the sky
Chalked on the sidewalk
hopscotch boxes just waiting
for the child in me
questions and silence
with blind eyes do I search for
first crack in the shell
forever's so long
longer than is my patience
waiting on myself
The leaves fall, letters
sent to seeds, to let them know
their mother still cares.