tears in me
stars
hold me
in their constancy
mirror me
how could
have I thought
the whirring chirp
of crickets
were frogs?
Creating moments of theater in your daily life.
Take one, leave one,
learn one, tell one
to a friend...
Here's a series of haiku which make one
spring poem with references to the group haiku on the April 30 post:
watching the birds, the sun
the wind, the flowers, (the rhubarb?)
and babies everywhere
walking all day on dirt and grass
seeing a barn owl, a drawing of a harpy
gives us a dusk fright
wings on night
not sure of what frame rate
why I can't zoom in
Thinking of Richard Wilbur
birds making braids in the sky
owl, kite, face, sun,
slow motion by hand
-Andrea Dunlap
Twisted apple trees
A blossom falls
Footsteps home
-- Christina
Sun on the garden
Earthworms burrow deep
The cat rolls in the dirt
-- Amy Lenzo
Butterfly drafting swift pigeon flight
Tumbles free
Into dance of pure joy
-- Bridget Brewer
Evening Meal
Brown rice cooking near an open door
Soft sky blue waves
Simmer on a sun baked shore
-- Bridget Brewer
FOR ISSA
The cheeks of the man in the moon
Are ready to burst
Shut your eyes.
-- Christina
I feel like ripe fruit
kissed by a thousand bees.
The flowers have fallen.
-- Christina and Tim
Four by Christina:
This old apple tree
Twisted, gnarled, covered with lichen
Bears apples.
Moon above the elm.
Moon above the pines.
In every bend in the road, a different
moon.
Stillness when dry
Stillness when wet
Stillness in different cloaks.
Laundry glows white on the line
An owl hoots one note at a time
April full moon.
Have one you would like to submit? Please e-mail it to us at lighttouchtheater@gmail.com to share it.
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