March 2012

sunday morning ...
water parts dreamily
for the blood

as if luck
is ever enough ...
hei-tiki

familiar strain ...
the echoes from his past
jerk the strings

lune rousse ...
a mortician conceals
the face of death

icy wind ...
the hidden agenda
of autumn

the ache
of her beauty -
ah, that ankle!

she peels
away seven veils
one at a time

beyond
the big bang
a word

Dear John --
he squints between
the lines

icy sea ...
a poet carves icebergs
into haiku

murky pond ...
a child searches
for the moon

reading Keat's
ode on melancholy ...
we burst a grape

starless night ...
I find my way
on my own

chilly stars ...
I savour the emptiness
of what is not yet

rising sun ...
dew drops tremble
into mist

lenten path ...
we separate the cross
from the crucified

morning light ...
the heavens no longer
so vast

bitter fruit -
never knowing how pears
tasted to you

harvest moon ...
when the rain has spent
dawn returns

lenten fast ...
he sets his sights on
breaking yokes

famine relief ...
the viewing public
changes channel

lonely street -
tonight she projects
two shadows

the silence
between hidden stars -
your words

 

beauty pageant -
worshippers inflate
a living doll

star gazing ...
ancient light staggers
over the hill

tree shadows
swollen with plums ...
summer's end

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