Always Coming and Going

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Here is the next installment of my Haiku project.

(I’ve  been immersing myself in the Japanese masters, Issa, Bashō, Buson, Shiki. The haiku form is deceptively simple–more difficult than it appears, if you want to abide by some traditional conventions. My goal is to birth a total of 107 Forest Haikus and mini ‘zen’ poems over the winter, sharing in groups of 5-10.)

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Can’t make up her mind
Always coming and going
Winter sister moon
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Hey Mister laurel!
Keep an eye on my bedroom
I’m going moon-gazing
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Traveled so far, then
Got tangled up in the pines
Mountain mistiness
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On the mountain top
Forgot to pack my breakfast
But not my ego
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New season, new menu:
Moss and newts, mushrooms and slugs 🐌
Prices are the same
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Slightest western breeze
Brings these marooned maroon nuts
To the cold ground: “Whop!”
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After three days rain
Put out shirts and solitude
to dry in the sun
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Lavender dawn:
Wonder whose it is?
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When did you arrive?
I’ve been here the whole night long,
Winter web spinner
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Hazy winter sun
Issa makes a good pillow
Basho a footrest

Dancing Naked in the Rain

IMG_7027I’ve been immersing myself in the Japanese masters, Issa, Bashō, Buson, Shiki.

The haiku form is deceptively simple–more difficult than it appears, if you want to abide by some traditional conventions.

My goal is to create a total of 107 Forest Haikus and mini ‘zen’ poems over the winter. I’ll share in groups of 5-10. Here are the first few:

Not the only one
dancing naked in the rain
joined by Mister Newt
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Going on a walk
enjoy your mid-day orgy,
lovely ladybugs
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Light from autumn moon
casting shadows from redwoods
across my bald head
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November redwoods
an unspeakable silence
jet engine roaring
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Look, there’s a rainbow!
covering my shit with dirt,
I’m in awe of both
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You dropped some feathers
Mister Peregrine Falcon
I’ll keep them for you
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Just a few days old
and walking across the sky
my baby moon
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I’m learning some things
Not sure what it is quite yet
leaking in like rain
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No protection here
November’s got me knocked up
with baby poems
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Deep autumn sitting
coyote yipping on verge
of liberation