Listen will you hear
Women with sing-song voices
Man that needs her so
Unfolding
A notion arose
With the rain
The light
The flower petals each
The hope shone
Then on bird’s wing
On bee’s brow
On childrens’ wisdom hence
On truth’s dusk
Where with Autumn chill
With anguished pill
With hope debrided
Freedom Ring: Another Haiku
Lord lift me upright
King keep my heart in these days
Father free my mind
Marionette
Be my DJ baby
Spin what you know slays me
Play no well-worn grooves
Compel all my moves
Latin if you please
Rock my world with ease
Soul will find its way
New Age and I may
Now -I don’t mean maybe
Be my DJ baby
Beyond 360°
I didn’t want windows
compressors or tunnels.
I wanted air
in my lungs and on my skin.
It is now.
Drive: Another Haiku
Without the water
Will the world spin without me
Or will I set pace
Perception
Actual
Virtual
Premonition
Hope
Discerning you
Always
A mystery
They think
Polis Jungle
I am tropical.
The temperate fall together as gathered mist in a hissed, pitter-patter voice.
Vanilla. Cayenne. Cacao. Ginger.
One sweet droplet falls to my skin from above.
I peer out through the rattan and find myself here.
Others plan. While some may, most won’t.
Worth Repeating: Another Haiku
I’ve offered my nape
My shoulder -and too, my hand
To He who is kind
Reason: Another Haiku
As if an aura
Occludes all of the senses
And feeds a sad soul
