Spring, delayed

Birdsong alarm
don’t cry

I can feel broken idols
change trains

upturned hands
forfeit fire

uncle decay still trying

shhh tree
sleep

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words: Howard Good, New York (more)

Pavement. A sort-of Haiku

somehow we ended up
with less and less of the world,
and more pavement.

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words & photo: Eric Wrisley (more)
originally posted in September 2006

The bright line

A division between the past
and the brilliant future.

cloud traffic

winter morning sketches
of thoughts
_________of dreams
on a paper
________in the sky
a white plane
reaches
an invisible moon

(inspired by the morning news program below)

you deserve a good paddling...

rain
flooded
prairie
sometimes
lake

Just...

Just that... that's all.

conversing in the night tense

she speaks of the ocean
as if it happens only at night,
like stars

calm

quiet as a canoe
gliding on lake water
silver and placid

boundless

today is not bound
by yesterday's sorrows
or joys
.

morning question

could a raindrop
choose where to fall?

palm journey

lone palm, deep in quiet
morning steam, journeys
through changes in one place
.