Mocking bird above
Sings: “Repeat!” “Repeat!” “Repeat!”
Or is it “Replete!”?
“Water is H2O, hydrogen two parts, oxygen one,
But there is also a third thing, that makes it water
And nobody knows what that is.”
D. H. Lawrence - The Third Thing
After dark
the robin can’t stop singing
in the rain
Tanka poem from “Gaijin Diary”
The telephone wire,
heavy with hungry sparrows
watching restlessly
as, in slippers and robe, I
sleepily fill their feeders.—by the author of this blog.
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Coffee in my left hand, I weed the herb bed with my right, muttering at the clover: out with you, foul sweetener! as my fingers turn black.
Far Now from Sendai: Five Haiku
Sakura open
even without me to see:
another spring gone.
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If I were still there,
I would take them for granted,
those soft clouds of pink.
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Counting lost springtimes
in a place beyond seasons,
they pass in my heart.
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Where a house once stood,
a jumble that was a life,
sakura flowers.
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I bend to retrieve
from the mud and pink petals
a stranger’s photo.
—Michael Boiano
At the dawn adhān
“Prayer is better than sleep.”
Wails from the towers.
I have a theory:
He: I like my lizards, brown, sun-warmed & sweet, matching this this rough square branch like a dead leaf.
She: I like my lizards green and quick, jumping from the leaves and acting boldly, before he has a chance to change to match me.
buffleheadcabin = Han-shan on Flickr.
Spring Lizard Love
This couple was enjoying the back rail of the porch swing. I wondered why he feels so green & she feels so brown.
Barefoot all summer -
Only children & elders
Tread the naked earth.
One thing is certain -
I’m now too old to die young,
Promises broken.
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Jen Hicks - Morning Walking Song
I’m a bushytail huntress
Livin in a bushytail heaven
I like to stalk um
Watch um
and contemplate nibbling on um
I watch um from my back porch
and I stalk on my walks
But my momma wont let nibblum
She just makes me sit
and watch
Oh momma
why momma
won’t let me have my fun
Parting of the Ways
Trunk over the trail -
Girl dog leaps high above it;
Boy dog crawls beneath.
Trail Wandering
One babbling mind
Pollutes the silent landscape -
Or all just one song?
(Forgetting again to bring myself back to the dogs & the trail,
I cut & fold these words to fit 17 syllables instead.
Maybe I’m not responsible for the wandering
But for remembering to come back home.)
To which my daughter Ariel responded:
quietly sitting
no thoughts interrupt, just feel
sunshine on your skin
Duck Estate
Two mallards stake out
This fine potential nest site.
Dogs rush by - No Sale!
(This duck couple is just standing in the rain.
But do I know exactly what’s running through their minds?)
To which my daughter Ariel responded: Disgruntled quacks!
Intersection - Richard T. Rauch
There are in a crossroads
four options: one
ridden and known, one
unpredictable, two
opportunities —
slow corners anchored
by a gas station,
post office,
convenience store, bank -
safe cliches backlit
in relief against
horizons — waiting
for the light to change,
easing off the brake:
your turn.
(Source: oxfordamerican.org)
