

questions, your answer…a haiku series

winter silhouettes—

if blackened do nails

retell stories?


spiced wind

do snow tracks carry

your voice?


when banana hearts

peel off a lover, is it

the solstice?


lotus shadow…

is that frog song

a dirge?


tattered waves

why must keening tears

leap as an arc?


roaring wind

from what stone pod

do you rise?


sun dial

in the dark toasting



his arrhythmic heart

on a treadle… does the weaver



wild wind

on dry sedge—

what more  in her mind?


spiraling down

as fish…is the ocean

my soul?




solstice (a tanka*-ish reflection for One Shot Wednesday)

only in fullness
am I still–
i cast no shadow
as a rendezvous
dissipates into a sob

the wind flails
in the gingko twigs–
where perfection
encases feelings

if punctured
of wombs burst
water before blood
into birthing

a cry of rage
flags what a heart
peace when it settles
lines its chambers

nothing like a Nautilus
the heart is but a pump
the fist opening
and closing
for fluids to flow

red colors
a river the heart
layers of molecules
veil its nature

until the solstice
skids past its point
of stillness
wholeness is truth

a heart breaks
until a birthing point
to that first sound
that cry of rage

*tanka, sometimes known to be the precursor of haiku, is a 5-line Japanese poetic form used by court poets of ancient Japan. Scroll down for my post on this form in February.

Posted for One Shot Wednesday at On Stop Poetry where poets and artists of the most inimitable talents gather to share and support each other. Check it out!
