Untitled poem Something
about hummingbirds
passing for haiku
...
Dragons and demons
On their bellies broken blind
Would take me with them
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Husband pens his love
After one year of marriage
Proud to be your spouse
Partner in deepest spirit
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Clouds over lake flash
Groan grows to bellowing boom
Drops wet projectiles
...
Protective coloration
Ornamental lettering
Elegant execution
Muses manifest
...
'Tiny fleas have littler fleas
Upon their backs, to bite 'em.
While these wee fleas sport smaller fleas,
And on, ad infinitum! '
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Steady winds of time
Blow silver onto our hair
Wrinkles in our skin
...
Unfolding Sky Song
authored by Great Creator
on one single page
...
gathering haiku
storm clouds spitting three line rain
this is not the first
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Last night I dreamed hard;
A man shaped wind walked past me
Changed his mind, returned
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as i sleep
dreaming from deep day
a wind in the park the trees dance
flocks of shrilling letter clusters cut clouds
...
Abstract Beings Concrete Dreams
Alternate continuum
Biological design
Supernatural creature
...
Sad Haiku Addict, happily married, time/space/ matter/energy, pariah, hetero sapiens seeking collaboration regarding haiku/senryu, gunsaku/rensaku, humor/satire, et cetera. I owe my readers a book, so I'm collecting writes from my archives here on Poem Hunter.)
Something About Hummingbirds
Untitled poem Something
about hummingbirds
passing for haiku
Sits in a notebook
Pondered but then rejected
Not enough spirit
Is this poetry
A sad echo of nature
with no fulfillment
Scratch out start over
Find the clarity of truth
Or why even try
Metallic feathers
Stop on a spinning dime edge
Then rocket away
One single sun beam
Shines through a hole in the clouds
poked by tiny bird
Run to where it shone
Face turned to where sun should be
Thick blanket of clouds
I can smell the rain
Green mud on patches of breeze
Squeezed from between grays
Fate blended with choice
Always good enough not great
Willow only sighs
What is this stillness
Not even decent darkness
Foggy almost art
I'm no expert but composing haiku is not rocket surgery.
E.T.'s a man; namaste
thank you for caring time travel is not easy angels with fire swords I have been away learning to respect goddess forgive trespasses