Haiku Diary: Week 3
the lush leaves of trees
here in the east
are big as plates
Jul 22, 2010 | Poetry
the lush leaves of trees
here in the east
are big as plates
Jul 15, 2010 | Poetry
up early, fog close and personal
so gray, so chill, so still, you don’t know
it’s summer
Jul 8, 2010 | Poetry
alone, I wash a dark load
I pick the ripe strawberries, eat some
a hummingbird hovers
Mar 22, 2010 | Poetry
Is anyone in a “mood” they can’t get out of? Feeling like a wet blanket has been thrown over your head? Read this Langston Hughes poem out loud, with feeling, several times, and you’ll be healed!!
read moreDec 5, 2009 | Poetry
One: swing legs over side of bed
two, three: stand, walk to bath
four, five, six: turn on water, clutch washcloth, flood face with suds
seven, eight, nine: scrub teeth, brush hair, look good—
already, tiny tasks number near a hundred
Oct 10, 2009 | Poetry
Look, I know there are those
who never learn to walk the paths
that lead people to each other.
Rather, they experience an opening
into a suddenly breathable Heaven.
A never-ending flight
through love’s thousand years night.