Haiku 693-696

From Count Syllables on Your Fingers, the collection published in 2020.

Haiku 693

it’s never been blue
the old house at the corner
it never will be

Haiku 694

a cold jealous ghost
browned the pink cherry blossoms
with his frosty breath

Haiku 695

What’s in that suitcase
Mr. Thunderstorm? What strife
have you brought tonight?

Haiku 696

One of you three teeth
aching me hard. Two of you
waiting for your turn.

Haiku 688-692

From Count Syllables on Your Fingers, the collection published in 2020.

These haiku were all written on May 9, 2019.

Haiku 688

furniture polish
crammed behind the s-bend pipe
underneath the sink

Haiku 689

eleven minutes
in the life of a rosebush
could mean anything

Haiku 690

so there’s no upside
to a broken glass except
it did not cut you


Haiku 691

plenty of oatmeal
in the bowl on the table
where you never sat

Haiku 692

crow in a gray sky
above the old part of town
skims the black rooftops

A few new: Haiku 922, Tanka 251, Tanka 252

Here are three short poems from this week. Our library asked for original poems from patrons on the theme of nature, with participants entered into a raffle and having the option of their poems included with book pickups and on the library’s social media. Of course I could not re

Haiku 922


Little green fingertip
beckoning me. I whisper
Hello, daffodil


3/23/21

Tanka 251


Creeping up the wall
my green caterpillar friend
waves his stubby horns
follows a line of mortar.
Angles off. Says no goodbyes.


3/26/21

Tanka 252


Here is the paper
Here is the pair of scissors
I snip away sky
I clip around the March wind
I cut out a daffodil


3/26/21

Haiku 664, 665; Shadorma 178

From Count Syllables on Your Fingers, the collection published in 2020.

Haiku 664

the invisible
rushed upward in narrow tubes
roots to stem to leaves

3/31/19

Haiku 665

faithful to the plan
tight circle of daffodils
feet in last year’s leaves

4/4/19

Shadorma 178

Boo! I yelled.
You turned away. Rude
I thought but
of course not
How could you even hear me
with your earphones in?

4/4/19

Shadorma 174-176, Haiku 662-663

From Count Syllables on Your Fingers, the collection published in 2020.

Shadorma 174

you will find
their papers and books
preserved in
the archives
due to a filing mix-up and
revered by mistake

3/28/19

Shadorma 175

Just this once
let’s skip the debate
the whys and
the hows of
we’re here and whose fault because
We’re here. Let’s climb out.

4/9/19

Shadorma 176

The bike rack
waits for bicycles
whose riders
will brave roads
full of lethal car traffic.
The rack is empty.

4/4/19

Haiku 662

tiny gray cactus
a prank in a squat green pot
tickles my finger

3/23/19

Haiku 663

A green ink sky spills
A one-chapter narrative
falls through the thin air

3/24/19

Haiku 660, Shadorma 169-170, Haiku 661

From Count Syllables on Your Fingers, the collection published in 2020.

Haiku 660

But it was too small
that last raindrop of the storm
no one heard it fall

3/28/19

Shadorma 169

we wait and
I know by the way
you grimace
wring your hands
you’re a few minutes early
and wish you weren’t here.

3/28/19

Shadorma 170

Planting them
your big feet I mean
on the rug
Lined them up
with the pattern, I noticed
And then you said no.

3/28/19

Haiku 661

One day, however
and you evade it, it’s now –
You fall down stone dead.

3/28/19

A Few New: Comment; Pink Roses; Haiku 920; Haiku 921

A few new poems from this week. There are four of them, but they are all short.

Comment

Most foul most mouthed –
That
is what I thought of that poor woman.

Zero for her results
One hundred percent
for her vocabulary

Oh that poor woman.

3/4/21

Pink Roses

Many years ago
but we’re not sure
He might have lent her money.
She never said.
The flower shop was a success.

2/21/21

Haiku 920

snide mirrors sneering
in bathroom delirium
the tiles dance and reel

2/19/21

Haiku 921

when you step inside
this hotel of fine strangers
always welcomes you

3/4/21

Shadorma 164, Haiku 659, Tanka 112

From Count Syllables on Your Fingers, the collection published in 2020.

Shadorma 164

Nose cold night
Grit snow in the street
Feet crunch punch
sparkle steps
stringing streetlight pools in loops
on an icy spool

3/7/19

Haiku 659

skinny bearded man
number three in the sequence
approaches the door

3/7/19

Tanka 112

sound waves spread voices
flowing over and across
the wide-open sky
stretching out past gravity
through the narrow gates of speech

3/12/19

Haiku 655-657

From Count Syllables on Your Fingers, the collection published in 2020.

Haiku 655

magic magnetic
that you cannot resist and
you resent the pull

1/17/19

Haiku 656

it was a mistake
that one last sentence she said
it was a mistake

1/17/19

Haiku 657

the abandoned car
parked on the side of the road
grateful for the rest

1/24/19