Haibun - Wave
Wave"I want to be a wave" I had said, piercedby the pain of adult laughter.How the ache of ridicule remains.I sit on the jetty as naked as the hurt childI had been.Hot, salty tears stream on my face, cooledby the spray off the Atlantic.turning over and over -I wave farewell
Haibun - Zen in Bloom
Zen in Bloomstone waterfall -a rock mountain risesfrom a sea of sandBeyond the window, a monk rakes.
Haibun - Moon-Viewing Terrace
Moon-Viewing Terrace
A young girl, I peer through the lattice
window onto the moon-viewing terrace.
Streams flow over the stillness of rocks.
With no moon, I hear a hushed cry, then,
murmurs as soft as water surrounded by
silence.
light breeze -
a peony drifts
through darkness
Haibun - Childhood's Green World
Childhood's Green World
Barefoot, I cartwheel through clover as
sunlight filters through ferns casting lacy
shadows. At the pond's edge, I gather froth
with both hands. How I love the bubbles, the
way they reflect the leafy trees, cool in the
summer heat.
green frogs -
the mossy stones
"ribbit"
Haibun - Held In The Stone
Held In The Stone
I stroll across the park as the sun dips
into the pond, spreading a layer of gold
leaf.
Held in the stone of a granite bench, the
warmth of the sun remains - final traces
of day.
night coolness-
the rustle of cobalt
in a leafy sky
Haibun - Becoming
BecomingThe haiku master Basho said, "Learn of the pine by becoming the pine. .Learn of the bamboo by becoming the bamboo." A master of becoming sits beside me. I wonder what he learned from all he has been. becomingthe leaf, the twig...a chameleon
Haibun - Jazz
JazzHe kisses me out of the blue
moonlight into the smoky dark
club until after awhile I feel us making music...
sax player
before the tonic accent
a swig of gin