Poetry Matters

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Category: Haiku

Exercises on a theme: Belonging

In this circus tent

all sorts of strange things belong:

clowns, acrobats, me.

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Does the trembling fly

caught in the thin web belong

now to the spider?

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Let us honor vows

spoken when we were so young

now that we are old.

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One small blue planet

our home in this universe –

can’t we live in peace?

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The circle of love –

it must include everyone –

or it is too small.

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Secrets

We have our secrets –

tiny sand crabs burrowing

deep inside the mind

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Old man with a cane

clacking along the sidewalk

refuses to speak

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Small child still hungry –

behind her large silent eyes

so much is hidden

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the smallest snowflake

falling on a frozen pond –

infinite mystery

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) : ? ? ?

? ? ? ? ? ? ?

! ! ! ( :

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Tomorrow

Round pink sun rises

shimmering beyond far trees

tomorrow begins

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A gray squirrel

running – acorn in its mouth-

stops to bless the dawn

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Do we rush toward

the future or the future

toward us? Which?

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Where We Live

Acrid smell – hot tar

car parked waiting at the mall

August afternoon

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Glass & mica shards

children run across the lot

chasing someone’s dream

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Old man lying down

bottle of Ripple in hand

quiet, we walk by

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Glorious sunset

vermilion and orange

above the projects

Sketches

The pin in my heel

most certainly has a point.

So, my dear, do you.

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Cherry blossom sheds

tissue thin white petals drift

like snow in the wind.

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In this pale moon light

The dark rose lost its color.

Grief waters the garden.

Summer Mornings

This summer morning

Gentle rain softens dry grass

Refreshing the earth

A single sparrow

Dips and raises her small beak

Dancing in puddles

I dream of dancing

With her, naked in the rain

Perhaps catching worms.

Still I thirst, I thirst,

Envious of birds and grass.

Thin clouds drift away.