on the temple bell
a butterfly dreaming
Schrodinger's cat
Haiku Notebook 2019
silent music
my mothering-me
matrix
half moon blues
synching circadian rhythms
cat and I
all the poetry
book-shelved spines
shield from view
my haiku fails
as it assimilates
a metaphor
an aftermath of numbers past their prime
a new moon
matching my mind's meander
along streams
of consciousness
it is just like that
the ease with which
your eyes turn on
a falling leaf
when voices cease,
then and only then,
all eyes upon
his closing eyes
a new moon
hidden further yet
in the feathered folds
of brooding clouds
becoming night
the flesh
of our shadows
dead silence . . .
a dancer slips out
of her dance
why not equal,
my shadow, my future?
autumn dusk
darkening night
the via negativa
birthing stars
darkness lurks
a pinch of flame away
by candle light
in silence
the softness of her
moonlit voice
a becoming bitter to the end
filming dazzle-day vapours against a blue screen
wolf hour drizzle
black swans float between
sleep and non-sleep
somber newscast
wintering chrysanthemums
in bedding mulch
old calendar—
what lies beyond
thirty-one?
first ice
if Frost is right
then fire
looks like a withering wind
without the deep cold
not seeking
any approval
day lilies
honeysuckle
before it appears
. . . and death
noonday heat—
only a butterfly
brings relief
lover's blood
the mosquito smudge
on her palms
in a river
skinny-dippers
while they can
wind scent—
I am bound upon
the unknown
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