06 / 2011

 

after dusk
I become your dream
silent conch
(June 3, 2011 at 16:14)


crashing waves –
almost believing
it’s forever
Published on the HSA Haiku Wall exhibited in the historic Liberty Theatre
Gallery at the National Haiku Society of America Meeting in Bend,
Oregon on June 3-5, 2011 as part of the downtown Bend Oregon First Friday
June Art Walk.
Ted van Zutphen, thank you for the photo.


How is it that I receive this season’s tamiflu shot and several weeks later come down with the worst dose of flu I have ever had?
(5 June 2011 at 22:14)


winter darkness …
harvesting the light
of dead stars
(June 8, 2011 at 12:27)


winter rain …
moving under the lilac
a blackbird’s eye

easing rain …
three blackbirds
in a tree

autumn winds …
even the whirling blackbird
plays a part

becoming one –
a man and a woman
and a blackbird

winter dawn …
the sound of the blackbird
in memory

winter barbs
etch the window with ice …
a blackbird’s shadow

winter gold …
see how the blackbird
skirts my feet

winter orchestra …
the necessary chime
of a blackbird

winter horizons …
looking beyond the blackbird’s
flight

in this light
the aha of critics –
blackbirds flying

winter chill …
the last shadows of dawn
or blackbirds

river fog
moving over the fields …
blackbird in flight

winter evening
present in its approach …
a sitting blackbird
(7 June 2011 at 23:30)


winter darkness …
harvesting the light
of dead stars
(June 8, 2011 at 12:27)


winter labyrinth –
silent sparrows partake
of my breadcrumbs
(June 18, 2011 at 9:30)


I believe that it will be Father’s day in certain countries other than New Zealand shortly. To all of you who are fathers, my prayer is that the creative spirit permeates every area of your life until it is complete. (June 18, 2011 at 10:43)


June Solstice (Winter Solstice) is on Wednesday, 22 June 2011 at 5:16 a.m. in Wellington. In locations south of Equator, the shortest day of the year is around this date (June 20, 2011 at 7:11)


“Our destiny is not horrible because of its unreality; it is horrible because it is irreversible and ironbound. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river that carries me away, but I am the river; it is a tiger that mangles me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, alas, is real; I, alas, am Borges.” ~ Jorge Luis Borges (June 22, 2011 at 16:36)


winter sunset …
all at once everything
is spent
(June 23, 2011 at 22:51)


frosty night …
the darkening space left
by this flame
(June 24, 2011 at 1:03)


I am delighted with the inclusion of two haiga in the latest issue of Haigaonline. The paintings are by Dave Willis, who appears to be a New Zealander for the occasion. Congratulations also to Melissa Allen, Pris Campbell, Aubrie Cox, Kat Creighton and Terri Hale French (June 24, 2011 at 16:10)


time after time
a kitten catches
the prism’s light
(June 25, 2011 at 3:52)


this blackbird
and in the receding mist
all birds
(June 25, 2011 at 11:34)


winter gloom –
car headlights trace
their way home
(June 28, 2011 at 20:24)


stepping back
into my footprints –
summer dreams
(June 28, 2011 at 20:33)


foggy night –
idly stirring my bowl
of mushroom soup
(June 28, 2011 at 20:36)


the lonely
yoking of words
through the night
(June 28, 2011 at 20:50)


shrouded hills –
the cry of the poor
in my ears
(June 28, 2011 at 20:57)


silent bird,
I carry your song
through shadows
(June 28, 2011 at 21:05)


the comfort
of the forsaken –
distant sun
(June 28, 2011 at 21:21)


all the stars
no longer seen –
sleepless night
(June 28, 2011 at 21:34)


a kitten
circling to rest –
night prayer
(June 28, 2011 at 21:55)


I leave behind
the light of bridges
still burning
(June 28, 2011 at 22:19)


the distance
between dusk and dawn –
deep waters
(June 28, 2011 at 22:22)


the journey
of a lifetime …
this dark night
(June 28, 2011 at 22:26)


What’s not to love about this winter? Constant rain with brief spells of drizzle, a nasty dose of flu followed now by a lingering head cold. The solitude of a cold desert to enter deeper into the poustinia and travel the narrow road to the deep north. Life is never short of hidden blessings. (June 29, 2011 at 10:33)


rusted leaves –
an ironclad alibi
unhinged
(June 29, 2011 at 19:55)


icy wind …
rainforests stripped
bare of song
(June 30, 2011 at 8:47)


this half life …
the cold comfort
of spent rods
(June 30, 2011 at 9:43)


bitter fruit …
tasting only
not being
(June 30, 2011 at 9:55)


unsung song
being composed
breath by breath
(June 30, 2011 at 10:13)


distant sun …
dewdrops clinging
to branches
(June 30, 2011 at 11:05)


untapped spring …
caressing the hardness
of the rock
(June 30, 2011 at 11:13)


winter sun …
another flash
in the pan
(June 30, 2011 at 12:39)


solar flare …
catching alight
far too soon
(June 30, 2011 at 12:43)


this descant
in winter’s shadows …
silent prayer
(June 30, 2011 at 13:27)


winter frenzy …
raindrops wearing down
river stones
(June 30, 2011 at 15:41)


sister rain,
can we wash this world
clean?
(June 30, 2011 at 15:51)


sister rain,
the fullness of your love
overwhelms me
(June 30, 2011 at 16:39)


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