Senryu, International style...?
Autumn expires, arbor curdles;
roots still nestle warm and deep;
ostensibly indifferent to encroaching change;
its' cancerlike process of death intrudes.
The noise broke white
from far behind
so it seemed,
that it was,
No longer have the nerve in me to stand
in front a loaded magnum in the hands-
of leaders who don't have a ****ing clue,
'bout leading...protecting me and you.
Oh! That night...the night it stormed,
when the birch woods snapped and fell
in the deep of Jona's Brook
coursing water, black as blood,
Strange as People can be at times
This cryptic Senryu carries strange lines...
Caught a hint of ochre,
from the corner of my eye
dripping from an April dawn,
warming the tips
So, now, that you have sewn your new harvest seeds,
and in its earnest, you have established due respect,
understanding that a job is not a good job 'til done
regardless of the blood-sweat that soaked your brow.
Traditional Zen styled Haiku,
Nature themed with a wee bit
of Astronomical threadings.
My apologies to Matsuo Basho?
To hell with their folly for death
of they who live by shibboleth,
who raise their offspring to believe
that Jews and Christians must be seen