Fish
schools knife
through
the stream -
quicksilver
puddles.
In
my dream
we catch them
with our bare hands,
like fireflies,
they glow
in
the night.
Sometimes we
grab moon
beams,
by mis-
take.
Lillian, you have introduced all the superlative imagery of your haiku to this waltz wave form and created an undeniably magnificent poem! S :)
Does a moonbeam thrash and writhe like an eel? lovely poem - thank you
lovely...beautiful imagery...by mistake catching the moon beam was superb...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the 'ins' in this 'hang on to your dreams poem, ' Lillian, where the 'ins' separate and bind, and it's a good take, mis-take notwithstanding, not even when fish schools knife through the stream