Entries Tagged 'Late Night Haiku'
Late Night Haiku XXVIII
LXXVIII. Oh strange breeze
That blew past me four years ago,
Let thy wind return.
LXXIX. A flea fled to me,
And then I was Donne away,
How much past has past.
LXXX. Familiar autumn,
Lean thy kind embrace on me.
Hint again of then.
Late Night Haiku XXVII
LXXVI. Rain drops heavy on roof
Tears remembering the past,
Another life ago.
LXXVII. Crickets chirp as then,
But so much else has changed, set.
Oh, rewind, cruel time!
LXXVIII. A miraculous
Vision one lept year prior this.
Faded now — old ink.
Late Night Haiku XXVI
LXXIII. How a moment past
Once simple seemed, transformed now
To something precious.
LXXIV. Time's cruel wings beat on,
A steady drone unceasing,
As I glance backward.
LXXV. Speak, dear friend, a word,
Ambrosia is a voice heard,
After too long a pause.
Late Night Haiku XXV
LXX. Oh Divine wisdom
Pour upon my wearied soul,
Lead me in this time.
LXXI. Foolish as I am,
For the want of a current,
I lost the trickle.
LXXII. Uncaring winds about,
They heed not now nor ever,
The broken and lost.
Late Night Haiku XXIV
LXVII. Odd night of fading past,
Yesterday, and now three years,
Trickle to a flood.
LXVIII. A new reminder,
That October into May.
Came unthought today.
LXVIX. The silence denotes
The long past sorrows of Time,
Never glancing back.
Late Night Haiku XXIII
LXIV. Shadows dance across walls,
A soft, playful twirl, gentle — gentle,
Oh, unreal yet real!
LXV. A cricket sings softly,
What tales does he sing aloud
Amidst the evening?
LXVI. In the cave's soft light,
What fantastic things can be,
That show not above?
Late Night Haiku XXII
LXI. A lonely thought about
The soft sounds of a tree frog,
Who knows not of it.
LXII. What is this odd place,
That my thoughts arrive at now,
Like a long spring rain?
LXIII. The words do not come,
To match thoughts that bubble up,
Shall the thoughts erupt?
Late Night Haiku XXI
LVIII. Silent happiness
Instills a sense of mourning
For the noise of joy.
LIX. The birds did sing then,
As they do now, flowers bloom.
But how diff'rent then!
LX. Water glistens now,
Puddle in the water bottle,
One last time. Empty.
Late Night Haiku XX
LV. Wind blows, blows and blows,
Winter's desires are swept
Away by Spring's march
LVI. Truth. What is this thing
That slips through my hands like sand
Or a startled bird?
LVII. A bird perches there,
Quietly observing the view,
As all else goes by.
Late Night Haiku XIX
LII. Silence walks softly
And lurks behind my mind's eye,
Careful! No more — no.
LIII. Tick the clock tocks soft,
And time tick rolls onward tock,
And I tick watch tock.
LIV. The snow melts slowly,
Old remnants of lighter times,
Flows down the hill now.
