I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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30 September 2008

Long dark road: haiku and things for September 2008


Young and poor, I found
an orange in the gutter
shining like the sun.


Spring begins with rain
falling on land and ocean
with a hushed white roar.


The hurricane wind
reaches across the world
smelling of fear.


When my son was here
he never saw these moments,
our small shared laughters.
The fact of an observer
changes what’s being observed.


This morning is bright
as if washed after the rain,
the picture refreshed.


For Haiku on Friday (MySpace)

In my time of dark,
in another hemisphere
my friends make poems.

I waken to find
here from all over the world
this feast of haiku!


Sept. 11

The burning towers
bloomed across my TV screen
and the world was changed.


Long dark road.
My friend's chest pain is intense.
The drive seems endless.

As I bring him home
after the operation
small birds are singing.


In the morning sun
red leaves outside my back door
glow, pointing upward.


Haiku and moonlight.
Leaves turning with the seasons
as dreaming begins.

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