Haiku2u Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

The wind makes no sound
But my ears will tell my eyes
To see the wind chimes


Even placid pools
Without intention will drown
The ill-fated loon


From a far distance
The food found for the swallow
Is a shiny leaf


The negligent frog
Hopping along the dark pond
Thought he saw a friend
Attempting to catch the moon
Jumped into its reflection


Their color like rust
Autumn leaves, having fallen
Are trapped in the ice


The woodpecker sings
To the nervous grasshopper
Who becomes the feast


Huddled behind clouds
The afternoon moon follows
Footprints of the wind


Gone from his planet
Stranded very far away
He just had to stay


It's true when I say
That eternity's journey
Begins with today


Behind the blue hills
When sleepy eyes do not see
The sun takes a nap


Seen from the treetops
Butterfly and dusty moth
Seem to be the same


The wind makes no sound
But my ears will tell my eyes
To see the wind chimes


The woodpecker sings
To the nervous grasshopper
Before its supper


My hand holds a rock
Above the calm of the pond
Suspended in thought
From the stillness of this sight
Will I create a ripple?


Drinking from the stream
The deer stopped and then saw me
When the water spoke


If souls were as stones
Set in the darkness of space
You would be their sun


From rocky prairies
Rattlesnakes slink and slither
Making sand shiver


Water dissipates
Comes down as rain from the clouds
Is it so simple?


Could I somehow pay
For another Tomorrow
from one more Today


Remind me of home
With rustling of forest's leaves
Make the wind-chimes sing


Down comes the cold rain
The hot ground answers, hissing
The gray sky grumbles


A gloomy morning
Green-tiled, glossy and quite hard
Cold, white, toilet seat


Kana

I see the echo
of the rising morning sun
above the meadow


Tanka

Writing Tanzaku
On the narrow curled paper
From cash registers


Broken Nail

Upon the tin roof
Hammering down in anger
Is the winter rain


A Final Thought

Expanding your love
Tantricising a Mantra:
A bad piece of rope


And I too, become small

From lofty treetops
The colorful butterfly
And the ashen moth
Would both be seen as the same…
Food for the hungry Owl


Gesundheit

Atom bomb blooming
In the Nagasaki sky
Skylark's dying song
Falling upon bare branches
Of cherry blossoms and plum


I'm scratching my head
Thinking I may be awake
Wond'ring what she said
& There are those times instead
Dreaming I'm sleeping in bed


A leafless hedge branch
Pokes through the midnight snow
Marking my way home


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...He asked for Justice
And he found it at the end
Of a hangman's rope.


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When it's time to die
With thundering in the sky
I will gladly go


Tied tight to the dock
My sailboat put up a fight
Against the strong wind
It was well into the night
That the tide had tried its pride


One Last Word

Live only those dreams
Embedded in tomorrow
Forget your sorrow


It's unthinkable
To imagine what is death
How can we conceive
To be unable to think--
For that would truly be death


The heart is a stone
In the pitch darkness of love
And you are the sun