MariposaPincelada amarillaen el cielo,la mariposa.
SpringPrimavera,gota de rocíoen el estanque
RainClap, clap, clap,gotas de lluviaen mi ventana.
SybillaFortuna,red que tejenlos hilos del destino.
Steampunk SoulMy heart is mechanical,my soul is oxidized,and my wings are made of iron.
Haiku PrimaveraPrimavera,Tarde de marzo,Cerezos en flor.
Haiku InviernoCrisantemo blancola nieve ha cubiertola montaña
AncoraRazónancla sujetaal corazón
HaikuFuegoquemas como el caprichode su mirada
.a leaf falls; it toohas had to sever itselffrom the one it loves
DeceptiveDeceptive:Little butterfly,Tempting with beautiful wings;Poisons quickly.-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Haikuwrimo February 200928thbare trunksalong the forest path -gravestones in a clearing------27thlow tide -stones piled uponwet stones------26thsilent breeze -a moorhen passing throughthe norfolk reeds------25thwinter heathland -ponds reflectingpieces of sky------24thbreak in the traffic -ducks flapping pastin a line------23rdHythe canal -a duck's wake scatteringthe trees' reflections------22ndheavy rainon the playing fieldsswans float------21stclear night sky -a car's enginefading away------20ththick fog -dew droplets catchthe faint sunlight------19thbetween firand pine -a crow in flight------18thgrey dawn -a wave crashesinto cool air------17thwith snow on the groundand now without it -a pigeon's coo------16thclouds' unbrokenambiguity -first crocuses------15thmorning sun -the crackof cleaved wood------14thdawn shadows -a grass bladehalf frosted(featured in Riverbed Haiku Spring 2009)------13thwaning light -each breathmore visible
February 2009 Haiku-Wrimo1.winter rain-an old pot fillswith moonlight2.sunrise...birdsong fallingfrom the mountain3.just in timefor the newborn-snow flurries!4.gang signson the old church door...winter deepens5.stillness...a cloudof white breath6.deepin the raven's cry-southern drawl7.midnight walk- between each starthe cosmos8.resting awhileon Issa's death poem-the fly9.morning thaw-the bulldog's growlsoftens10.loneliness...leek soup coldin the crock pot11.crowsbecomingdusk12.one cloudthe shade of mango-winter's end?13.beggingin her native tongue...day moon14noon rain-children pourfrom the school bus15.each strand of cobweb white dew16.smotheringthe prayer candle-evening fog17.my last dollar...a scrap of daylighton the table18.thunder!one small faceat the window19.stretching between seasons earthworm20.gatheringthe prisoners-winter rainbow21.starry night
renga tree- hangoverjust before dawnthe hunchbacked moonlimps home
Temporary EtherealityOne moment you're there,Bringing beauty to my life.Next moment you're gone,Leaving me here, all aloneTo cope in this hard, grey world.
Poem prayers for Japan.The following haiku are by a number of different deviants. They are posted below as a way of sending our prayers and/or thoughts of love and support, as well as showing our solidarity for the people of Japan, in the wake of the 8.9 earthquake and ensuing tsunami and nuclear crisis.Please, please send your haiku to me. Leave them as a comment, note me with them, post them as a deviation and link me. I will add them here. The goal? The creation of a beautiful collaborative work of art that shows our LOVE, SUPPORT and SOLIDARITY. Even if you cannot assist the people of Japan monetarily, DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF WORDS AND POSITIVE ENERGY.BUT REMEMBER WE MUST PAIR OUR PRAYERS AND THOUGHTS WITH ACTION. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE FINANCIALLY ABLE, PLEASE DONATE WHATEVER YOU CAN. EVEN IF YOU ARE BROKE, TRY TO SPARE A DOLLAR OR TWO. EVEN THE LARGEST BUCKET CAN EVENTUALLY BE FILLED BY EVEN THE TINIEST DROPS. IF YOU ABSOLUTELY CANNOT SPARE ANYTHING, ACT BY SPREADING THE WORD: MAKE
Midnight: A RensakuI'll hold you, fold youtuck you safe in my rib-cage -like first love's lettersI'll seek heaven in your gaze,constellations on your lipsCatch the butterfliesfluttering in my rib-cage -they know me so wellWrite on cerulean skies,breathe under turquoise watersYou pick at my scabskiss me deep in my rib-cage -while I ache from blissI'm but a half-baked body,your warmth will surely rot me
Corralling CrayfishA deep drainage ditch ran through our neighborhood and right behind my childhood home. In Spring it would flood and we would bike around the streets in a foot or two of water. In Summer when the water was low we would swing on low branches, fence with willow reeds, and study the curious creatures that shared it with us. In Autumn there were always plenty of tomatoes, squash, and pumpkins to throw at each other and carve. In Winter we would sled down the precipitous southern bank trying to avoid patches of thin ice. It was a smelly, nasty hole filled with leeches, chiggers, and fish that bit, and heaven for a pack of wild children like us. corralling crayfishbehind a makeshift dam a leech on my toeour neighborhood was poorbut had the coolest playground
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