Waking a cat --
a flurry of furry fear,
then the look of Death.
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My back hurts again.
The weeds in the garden
rejoice!
Showing posts with label look. Show all posts
Showing posts with label look. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Thursday, June 30, 2016
A Tanka & a Senryu
Ugh, this heat!
Everything smells like dust,
even in the shade.
So look up to the green leaves,
the sanctuary of trees.
#tanka
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The loveliest walks
can result in blisters.
Take them anyway.
#senryu (I think!)
Everything smells like dust,
even in the shade.
So look up to the green leaves,
the sanctuary of trees.
#tanka
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The loveliest walks
can result in blisters.
Take them anyway.
#senryu (I think!)
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Cold Fall day... / Looking at flowers...
Cold Fall day--
opened blinds let sun stream;
cats bask in the beams.
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Looking at flowers,
thinking about meditating,
But not doing it.
opened blinds let sun stream;
cats bask in the beams.
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Looking at flowers,
thinking about meditating,
But not doing it.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Two variations on a theme...
Black Winter's night,
twinkling stars.
Beautiful cold.
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This Winter night--
even the stars look cold!
Rewrite! (8/6/2024)
Huddling in my blankets--
twinkling stars.
Beautiful cold.
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This Winter night--
even the stars look cold!
Rewrite! (8/6/2024)
Huddling in my blankets--
tonight even the stars
look cold!.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
5/27/14
Soaring in hot wind,
a vulture gracefully flies,
looking for corpses.
a vulture gracefully flies,
looking for corpses.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Not a Haiku
You remind me of hard rock
and mullets
and Chevys carefully painted with primer;
of boys who never liked me in high school,
who wore hatred as casually as a t-shirt
and as lovingly as a favorite pair of jeans.
And, instantly!, I'm fifteen and ugly again --
feeling alone, fumbling with a cigarette,
wishing you'd deign to just look at me, and
maybe like me just a little.
and mullets
and Chevys carefully painted with primer;
of boys who never liked me in high school,
who wore hatred as casually as a t-shirt
and as lovingly as a favorite pair of jeans.
And, instantly!, I'm fifteen and ugly again --
feeling alone, fumbling with a cigarette,
wishing you'd deign to just look at me, and
maybe like me just a little.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
To You, in Particular
Shades of eyes shuttered--
you can look inside, but it's
all closed off to you.
you can look inside, but it's
all closed off to you.
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