would the moon (an unpublished haiga)
would the moon
descend this low
for love?
ai, haiku/esa, image 2012
(blue heron perched high up on a weeping willow by the Lost Lagoon in Stanley Park, Vancouver, BC, where I live, taken last summer)
full moon/this full moon
full moon
he smoothens a wrinkle
on her hand
this full moon
swathing New York tonight–
is it love?
(the first is a NaHaiWriMo post for the prompt ‘love’ and ‘moon viewing’)
unfinished poems (for One Shot Wednesday)
red rose in a fluted vase sitting on its petals
for no one pretending prettiness passes
for love…
the gift in its box but a heart
unwrapped its beating unfelt like the ease
a lover leaves at dawn…
notes left unwritten cloud the heart
wilt on tight buds in a garden
awaiting a storm…
in the soil roots fight over names
like delphiniums like fuschia like hostas where
have heather dug stiffness out of hairs or simply rise
as rose at dawn…
the hand drenched in the haze sags under the moon
the night has so much to say so few
understand…
for us and the stars among sparrows spits turn
talisman in the dark as a dream finds a nymph
on a moss a croak becomes you…
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deep in a pool (tanka though still not sure)
deep in a pool
a school of tadpoles wriggling
inveigles my thoughts
of a summer evening
to fall in love with a frog
It’s strange how thoughts take on an unintended form or lines simply write themselves out as if they simply ooze out of fingertips like this tanka-ish reflection. The image emerged from a ginko walk at the Chinese Buddhist Temple in Richmond we of the Vancouver Haiku Group had a month ago. The ‘pool’ is the bonsai pool but not tadpoles, instead a school of gold fish darted through moss covered stones. So why the frog? I had thought of Basho and the frog then out of nowhere or perhaps the stillness water always brings on in me as in that morning while gazing at the depth on the pool invited the frog to my lines…how strange and unexpected thought processes can be sometimes.
sign board says:
sign board says:
“here love grows” pointing
nowhere
quoting from Red Dragonfly: “…wondering what you think of haiku”, if you think this is haiku…