stretch’d flat on my back
sunshine on my face, bay breeze,
a perfect lunch break….
Category Archives: haiku
the pacific northwest (and a haiku to Mt Rainier)
i have returned full of Chinook salmon and pictures of mountains…. that Mt Rainier~ captured my imagination like none other (except perhaps Denali, but i don’t think i truly appreciated it then). so happy and can’t wait to return someday….
timber trucks whipser
legends of a mountain top
so serene and blue
capped white she rises
older than my brittle bones
prouder than Tatoosh.
Travels in Europe, 12 days by Coach (haiku)
talk of days before
as if lifetimes ago but
i’m still on the bus.
[NOTE: my cousin and i did the whirlwind American-style tour of Europe~ 8 countries in 12 days… the kind of bus tour that all Europeans make fun of. i was reminded of this when talking with a German friend the other night who, currently living here in the States, now understands why we do these fly-by-the-night breeze-throughs of Europe; we don’t get enough vacation time to do it any other way!! and let’s face it, when you have limited time, you want to see as much as possible. anyways, the feeling on our coach bus was like the scene out the window~ days blurred past us faster than we could dare process, yet somehow we were always back on the bus….]
moving!
hey blog readers! i’m moving this weekend so the poetry might have to be put on hold for just a few days….so don’t forget about me come Monday. and pls, take this opportunity to check out my past work and leave me some comments. i wonder, do you like when i preface the pieces or do you prefer to draw your own conclusions? that is the question for today!
Moving
back aches and a dream
surrounding boxes of my
life wait patiently.
painted toes (haiku)
my toes are painted
in shades that proclaim “im not
really a waitress!”
kitty in my lap (haiku)
kitty wants to help
write a poem with her paws
type with a clack, purr.
Opening Day! Let’s Go O’s! (haiku)
fresh cut grass trimmed neat
my glove browned tan and beat soft
one crack of the bat…
i remember days
playing catch with my dad and
imagining that
girls could play baseball!
i remember Cal’s card in
the cereal box
added a hometown
smile to my collection, says:
let’s go O’s, let’s go!
mom’s meeting at the coffee shop (haiku)
babies pink and warm
circle close while moms sip slow
coffee steams, eager.
three great loves (haiku)
Three great loves never
told, never spoke of my love.
None know or waited.