The Burgeon Muse sways across the porch
Down in the yard everything is climbing
everything fighting for light and life
The way ferns unfurl

The Book of Secrets falling open
Leaves peeling back
Barely seen symbols and schema written in every atom
Arcane thoughts made manifest
revealing. . .
What. . .?

She likes to come up behind me and put her arms around me
She touches my shirt
My hair
Her hand cool as it brushes my face
Her soft whisper
an amber echo in the dark chambers of my heart

She opens my mind that she might instruct me
There is music in the mud carpeted forest

Music in wet life dancing
A dance in the way the wind plays with the porch swing
A seductive undulation of the wind
intertwining with the ascending mists

She smiles her unique dark eyed smile
This silence. . . is her Art
Her art eases my parched throat
Unburdens my troubled soul
Soothes my heart to a healing ebb and flow

Speak to me

Speak to me
in words both dark and true
The function of Fire
the function of Rhyme

Speak of Love’s resilience
despite betrayal and spite
Of the human spirit surfacing
from depths deeper than faith
where leviathans swim
Of Order from Chaos
Life arising from the breast of Death

Speak of Hope
where there is no Light
Miraculous deeds worthy of gods
in times like these
New discoveries that lift the definition of human
like those of song and fire

7 Times February ~ Haiku for An Gearran, 2018

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Discarded french fry
sidewalk sparrow twitter fight
all are gone away


April shower storm
cherry blossoms on TV
the cat’s ear twitches


Green spring silk burgeon
sprouting above autumn’s rust
oak leaf awakens


Hidden hot cat teeth
bluff sparrow a’step ahead
a pounce of nothing


Intrepid crocus
foretells wine colored roses
abandoned playground


February dawn
dewy discarded balloon
plaything of a puff


Zephyr daffodil
still lake mirrored cyan sky
a lover’s whisper

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A haiku is an unrhymed three-line poem. It is based on a traditional Japanese poetic form. Though there are different ways to write haiku, the traditional pattern in English is to write the first and last lines with five syllables each, and the middle line with seven syllables. In other words, the pattern of syllables looks like this:

Line 1: 5 syllables
Line 2: 7 syllables
Line 3: 5 syllables

Most often, haiku poems are about seasons or nature.

One more thing to keep in mind is that the last line of a haiku usually makes an observation. That is, the third line points out something about the subject you are writing about.

Inconstant Moon Lover

Why would I take the Moon as a lover

Perchance she lies reclining in a
Night sky the color of milk on blue granite
All languid and amber lurid
Heavy with her goddess desires . . .
she crooks her finger

But oh inconstant Lover Moon
I remember your conjunction with Venus
under a pewter cloud laden sky last Spring
And tonight
While you are
bright in pooled cream
It is hard to deny you
anything . . .
But on that night
You told me stories of dragons and angels
told me that you did not love me
Told me to go . . .

You called me Chimera
And shoved lead down my throat
on that dark forgotten beach
of the Spring tide moon

awakening dragon

The dragon twitches in his sleep
One by one golden eyes open
He rolls up on his stomach

He’s making that tongue lip sound
Creatures make
When they just can’t quite make out
that taste in their mouth
Titanium claws rake though
ancient bones and spoor
He stretches . . .
First one wing
then the other
Oh that felt good

Is that thunder or his
Burning heart and copper wings
Is that Lightning or his
Relentless mind and eyes of gold

Nerves of steel and blood of iron
Blood the color of Fire

He . . .
‘Walks’ just doesn’t say it
He glides to the mouth of the cave
And finds a day
The color of pewter
Finds a day
That is no longer clean
Finds a day . . .

Releasing himself into the day
He becomes a ribbon in the wind
He becomes the color of the day

You have to really look to see him