gust of wind
winter leaves scatter
revealing a buddha
Category: poetry
snow storm
snow storm
the picture show
playing for no one
watching the snow fall
watching the snow fall
a faint lullaby
from the other room
early morning breast feeding
With his tongue out
the little boy
catching snowflakes
winter night
winter night
two trains pass
falling in love
dark winter sea
dark winter sea
the lonely ringing
of a buoy
from her silence
from her silence
one perfect lotus
With his tongue
With his tongue out
the little boy
catching snowflakes
first snowfall
first snowfall
two cups of tea
on a bedside table
the puppy barks
the puppy barks
at the puppet
half out of the box
the old man shovels snow
the old man
shoveling snow
black bird on a wire
fresh snow
trying to quit smoking
trying to quit smoking
i give away
my second pack today
traveling through falling snow
traveling through falling snow,
the same snow making her cheeks wet,
what rapture
full moon
the full moon
caught in the
child’s eyes
fresh flowers
flowers on the altar
a small boy touches
the buddha
incense smoke rises
autumn morning
first autumn morning
woodsmoke
above the temple
she’s coming home
she’s coming home-
how slow the moon moves
across the sky
snow falls
snow falls
all night long
I walk
I dreamt
I dreamt I was an ax,
in the buddha’s hand,
glint of moonlight
the old prostitute
the old prostitute
filled with remorse
at my front door
higher!
higher! higher!
higher! higher!
– little kite
tonight’s moon
tonight’s moon
showing off
two lover casting shadow
scent of rain
the scent of rain
through my open window
tea kettle whistling
waist deep
waist deep
I call to her
from the dark
engine running
engine running
a car honks
in the rain
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this isn’t really a haiku or a senryu but a word picture, it allows the reader to fill in the rest of the poem.
scattered by a dog
scattered by a dog
a pile of wet leaves
autumn cold
arguing
arguing
the buzzing street lamp
yellows their faces
geese honking over head
geese
honking
overhead
the last
one
the
loudest
inside the church
inside the church
the parishioners miss
the Robin’s sermon