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

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

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

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

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Intrepid crocus
foretells wine colored roses
abandoned playground

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February dawn
dewy discarded balloon
plaything of a puff

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

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Note:
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
Tonight

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

Baran’s Song

And there was in the Imbolc air
The sure and certain sound of Heaven
Clear crisp and bright
Starting with tiny harps
The faintest zephyr of a sound
Gentle echoes
silvered motes rotating in the sun
Always just out of reach
Coming from every thing
Everything living and dead
And I realized that it is always there
If we have the courage to stop
To listen
Then came voices
Deep and rich
High and sweet
Voices that transcended
all pain and sorrow
Crescendos of voice
Crashing on and all around me
Weaving back and forth
to and fro
Ebbing only to flow
Then there was a light within the sound
And
And . . .That is all I remember
Faith

There is a thunder in the world
a thundering heart
But under the sound
of my every breath
There lies a silent conviction
That the World is somehow broken
and there is nothing I can do
to fix it

And yet my children hug me
students thank me
friends speak with me
I have come to see
all manner of beauty in the World
in the sun, the clouds and wind and sea
grasses and leaves
and . . .

So is it possible
that this is the way
it is meant to be

I am not wise enough to know