post-op haiku

white ceiling
blue skies
who trapped this bird within?

pre-op haiku

zen mind
empty mind
compass spinning freely

"entropy, a parameter of decay"
pshaw! we spit in your face
disorderly conduct

North South East West
time for a new direction
the compass spins

blackbirds sitting on a branch
new moon sends them flying
my thoughts are scattered

gusting wind
black birds scatter
leafless tree

(in reply to @KrisLindbeck)

Let's get Boolean ~ or not.

compass on the table
untouched the arrow shifts
door 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 forward
all hands pointing
at my decision

I move the compass again, searching for the right direction - but things just keep changing. Ah, this looks better.

this turn of phrase
I can't resist
my haiku pounces

the cat and the moth

silly cat
in the dark
how do you find your wings?

toyon tree

silver skies, gray rain, red berries.
no wings? no song?

minimal haiku

wet
dew
drops

raindrops knock
windows open
come 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 poem
oh, outside my window
just add words

first light ~ it's hard to be prepared for a day you've never seen before

wrapped around itself
curling in the whirling snow
Raven's mocking cry

where is my touchstone
she thought inquisitively
so i can haiku

(5-7-5)
in response to haiku by @portlandhaiku

leaves falling on rain
now returning to their trees
in 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)