image from google used for this haiga
Join the celebration at Lunch break; Poem In Your Pocket 2012; COMMENT or email me a poem i'll post it today. Poems remain the copyright of individual writers
also left hanging
in the pine
the farmer's paper fan
-- Issa 1823
April showers -
a soggy kite held erstwhile
in tree branches
--gillena cox
monday morning walk...
sun bathes the lake in warm light
cormorants smile
turtles rest on floating logs
and leaves leisurely float by
--Pat Geyer, US
beautiful blond boy
posed in his communion suit
ever in my heart.
rosary, bow, cross and smile
old photo of my father.
--Pat Geyer, US
the asphalt
covered with cherry petals;
tracks of my car
--Taro Kunugi, JP
image share from Ralf Bröker,
walking the Royal Mile
with eyes
on my now
--Ralf Bröker, DE
cherry blossoms
fall from my scrapbook
he loved me then
--Pris Campbell, US
first light
another bird voice
joins the choir
--Cara Holman, US
early morning breeze
a hummingbird flies
into my dream
--Stevie Strang, US
lingering dream
of tears and loss...
awakening to rain
--Dianne Borsenik, US
--haiga by Robert Johnston, NZ
gypsy girl -
the golden tooth shines
as she smiles
--Gurwinder Singh Sidhu(a sharing from Surmeet Maavi, IN)
rain soothes parched desert
plants thrive umbrellas open
cactus flowers bloom
--Michelle Angelini, US
a halo
of budding leaves
the old oak tree
--Michael Baribeau, US
an icy wind
sweeps across the mountain top...
a sentinel rainbow
--Keith Simmonds, TT
Butterfly Effect
dare to fly
brave wings
seize each moment
the destiny of the world
awaits your
your timing
--Reason A. Poteet,US
Poetry by Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
frm the branches of night,
abruptly from others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the firts faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
for myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
(Translated from the Spanish by Alastair Reid)
2010's celebration can be seen here
'Poem In Your Pocket'- history here
THANKS TO ALL POETS FOR TODAY'S COLLABORATION
much love
gillena
