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')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)

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28 March 2010

Early morning damp: haiku for March 2010

early morning damp
a statue with dismal face
alone in the grass


overcast morning
a small moth cruises the weeds
by the draggled rose


the sun breaking through
lights up my small walled garden
just as I look out


the sunlight picks out
among the leaves a bright bird
startled eye glaring


the wind is dancing
through his fingers on guitar
moaning through his voice


1 comment:

  1. Nice haiku! Well-crafted. I'm really enjoying the big picture you paint with your 5-7-5!