Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Gunsaku

sad haiku addict
views world as sevens and fives
hummingbirds giggle

From how many angles might one observe a grain of rice?
There are infinite ways of saying one simple thing.
As my words are read silently,
across vast volumes of empty infinitude,
riots of quiet thought reflect against
the perfect mirror of some unknown reader.
Reflecting and resonating a certain turn of phrase.
Growing like a smile, those untellable miles mean less than
the nothing that separates my thoughts from yours.
Dancing back to back, put through our paces,
have we grown closer to each other,
or some monstrous perfection
seen only in the halcyon ashes of evolution?

Bosh and falderal!

I say, bark your pleasures and pains until they are no more.
Laugh until you weep, then cry yourself to sleep,
and slumber through the storms,
returned, and stolen
and found
in a three-lined, unrhymed verse.

Gusaku gathers
various viepont verses
each stands on its own

Haiku seventeen
Join in celebration
Portal to Dreamland

fleeting illusions
relax away from conflict
embrace enigma

edges of a dream
curative chaos patterns
unbelievable

On seventeen wings
Muse soars above destiny
Waiting for Poet

Haiku meta-muse
Vivid creativity
Tiny arena

Smiling Man-Shaped-Wind
Pressed into dream stilled willow
Visionairian

Native guide of dreams
Presents passed to future friends
Remember this face

whose mask gazes deep
finding words in flocks of birds
counting flocks of sheep

more than I can say
in what little time remains
take my word for it

This is not over
Homo Sapiens mankind
Is not the last word