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rain AND suneven the sensei's brush hesitatesabove the ink-wet parchment
rain-timpani endedsun bursts into solodripping leaves pitter and patter
raven callsred sun hangs on horizoncaught once again
coyote baysfull moon returnsfooled once again
full moon finds me
through my skylight
please, do that trick again!
Swiftly pulling out his emotional compass, he reconnoitered the social landscape. Too late, he was already lost!
geese land
the green field rests
until tomorrow
(in reply to @haikuhabits)
raindropslive only for the fallingdewdrops only for the day
wisps of bluedrift across my skylightamidst the swirling clouds
sunshine fills the roomwith the sound ofno birds chirping
sad puddleslast night's frolicking rainwhat happened?!
thirteen haiku writtenthirteen blackbirds flyingand that's where the similarity ends!
the pond fullthe rain stopsany questions?
rainsong stopsonly fragrances still falland birds all atwitter
rainjackhammers on the pavementpiledrives in the fields
tent flapswandering in the windeven a gypsy must rest
thirteen haiku writtenthirteen blackbirds flyboth carried by the windinto the crimson sky
river washed stonespyramid of worrieswho has stacked you here?
my morning friends: stand tall and shower
my afternoon friends joke and laugh
i close the evening's door and smile
this evening pain is not this morning's pain
this evening sun is not this morning's sun
i sing "hurrah"
this blue dragonflyout of place, wrong time of yearand yet i want him still
before return: white ceiling, blue skies, gray wind
after return: white ceiling, blue skies, gray wind
autumn leavesgypsies campunderneath the trees
white ceiling
blue skies
who trapped this bird within?
zen mind
empty mind
compass spinning freely
"entropy, a parameter of decay"pshaw! we spit in your facedisorderly conduct
North South East Westtime for a new directionthe compass spins
blackbirds sitting on a branchnew moon sends them flyingmy thoughts are scattered
gusting windblack birds scatterleafless tree (in reply to @KrisLindbeck)
Let's get Boolean ~ or not.
compass on the tableuntouched the arrow shiftsdoor hangs by its hinges
No matter how much I shake the compass, it seems to have just one direction in mind. Pig-headed, insolent - you call this guidance?!
the clock moves forwardall hands pointingat my decision
I move the compass again, searching for the right direction - but things just keep changing. Ah, this looks better.
this turn of phraseI can't resistmy haiku pounces
silly catin the darkhow do you find your wings?
silver skies, gray rain, red berries.no wings? no song?
raindrops knockwindows opencome in!
raindrops whimpering on the skylights
I knock wistfully on the window
yes, come out, come out and join us!
Can't figure this compass out, heading just keeps changing. What's the decision here?!
woke up searching for a fog poemoh, outside my windowjust add words
first light ~ it's hard to be prepared for a day you've never seen before
wrapped around itselfcurling in the whirling snowRaven's mocking cry
where is my touchstoneshe thought inquisitivelyso i can haiku(5-7-5)in response to haiku by @portlandhaiku
leaves falling on rainnow returning to their treesin sky blue puddles
Elegant longing song, played on a fiddle, taking us briefly out of time. Old predictable story, plays predictably on our emotions. Old maps.(PHOG-KSFO enflight)
Day's timid rays of gray push away the Huaka'ipo "night marchers" - night reluctantly recoils - Molokini whales breach gray waves in triumph.(Wailea 17Jan09)
we press these two sounds together
wind and rain
and the lightning claps
(Wailea 17Jan09)
The Pacific stormed on Maui. Magnificent, self-absorbed the elements raged, thundered, lit crashing waves - our presence irrelevant, incidental.(Maui)
