Modern Haiku
the white of her neck
as she lifts her hair for me
to undo her dress
the thousand colors
in her plain brown hair—
morning sunshine
And a small response poem to Basho's famous frog-pond haiku:
frog pond . . .
a leaf falls in
without a sound
all is green and lush
twinkling from early showers
soft wings, sing above
who answers our past?
pattern of nature's design
whispering raindrops
creativity is
the sum of all our parts
like filaments' of light
go to bed & sleep
and cut through
all illusions
& the end of a poem by Ani DiFranco
to make sure they
didn't die in vain -- sshhhhhh.... baby
listen hear the train?