Haiku

Sometimes I write Haiku on a daily basis, sometimes as a Tweet. I find the discipline of the Haiku, having to count the syllables, to dig down to the essence of something, however small, is a great discipline.

The strangeness of creativity is that when put in a straight jacket, it seems to sprout wings.

 

 

Haiku

A three line poem

consisting of five, seven

and five syllables.

 

Tweet

Look out for haiku

in my daily twitter feeds.

A song for the birds.

 

 A Writer's Routine

Writers should step out

to awaken the senses

then go home, sated.

 

Spring

Magnolia buds

scorched by the March sun,

lie on April snow.


Piret

With your angel dress

I track you across cinder,

let your hands speak.

 

Rosanna

Like a skein of geese

your hands skim the polished floor,

hands searching outwards.

 

Tending

A good gardener has

to be ruthless, to allow

her garden to thrive. 

 

Wind

We cannot see the

wind, only the effect it

has on other things

.

Walk

The moon chases me

out into the night to walk

with my face lifted.

 

Winter

Snow will tell its own

story, laying down a blank

sheet for footprints.