jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

the sun’s footfalls (random lines not quite haiku)

…this is really me, writing, unshackled by poetic (all forms, genres) discipline. Call me untamed, even feral. I’ll agree. But this is my true spirit that I must let roam once in a while like today. 

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burnt orange the sun’s footfalls

moon flitting
from staccato dawn
an owl hoots

a scrabbling in the pine copse raccoon eyes

is the fox a man in his dream?
snow melt

zebra
snorts
at jet stream
moonset

ivy wall
in its shadowed side
sunlit sighs

May 11, 2012 Posted by | poetry | , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

five haiku, my offering for National Haiku Poetry Day

moon flitting

from staccato dawn

an owl hoots

 

swigging in the pine copse raccoon eyes

 

is the fox a man in his dream?

snow melt

 

a zebra

snorts

at jet stream

moonset

 

ivy wall

its shadowed side

sunlit sighs

 

April 17, 2012 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment