haiku – Page 2 – Press Send Poetry

train haiku

sway soft like a young
girl’s dress. we roll on mindful
of trees and the gap.

the quiet takes form,
slips by unannounced, settles,
fifty years go by.

willow branches with
graceful touch, you are, with wind,
my grandmother’s hand.

when you know most con-
sider it wrong; when you can’t
help yourself… choose now.

wireless problems persist…. but these morning poems might be interesting in their own right (maybe)

Bob Marley grooves the
morning, coffee seduces
jam, “feel alright” now

sorry – had some technical difficulties last night….

summer wind teases
lightly flirts, pirouettes,
snaps lightning in time.

father takes the small
body to the back, hunches
over a shovel.

finished, the small wood
cross is the only solace
in the still morning.

hot breath disapates
and the mantic palm reader
predicts your demise.

i am your doll
baby you can dress me –
posed poised and waiting.

love that man to be
quiet with; that man who can
understand silence.