A litany of Purple wildflowers on The concrete island. Knights of yore wore masks To protect themselves from strikes From their foes unknown. The rain poured purple— The lighting thunder gray— The sky shaded black. The salamanders Under the rocks with mother— Micro-firmament. The puzzle disjointed— A million bits of soul— Each color indistinct. The … Continue reading Haiku by Thomas Page
By James Bates Butterfly Delight Purple Coneflower Monarch butterfly alights Double delightful. Sunlight Dancing Morning dew sparkles Tiny droplets glistening Sunlight dances wildly. Thirst Springtime misting rain Tender garden shoots reaching Thirstily drinking. Jim lives in a small town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories have appeared online in CafeLit, The … Continue reading Three Haiku
1. TENDER VANS a broad-leaved garlic I begin thinking about his - vans of soft dreams .............................. 2. PHILOSOPHY wood garlic in holt philosophizing for you - begin and finish? ………………………………………. 3.LONELINESS holt full of ramson broken vans are lonely - woe to nothingness! ………………………………………. 4.SHROUDED IN DREAMY SPRINGTIDE ramson in springtide nothingnesses such an … Continue reading Haiku by Paweł Markiewicz
The november rains Pour down into the foggy Plains b’low hidden sun. The faux-jade apple On the faux-mahogany Desk. Are these hands real? I cannot name the Stars more ancient than I am With lights eclipsed now. The trees grew orange-red, The others stayed green-yellow, The trunks look the same. The palm-reader’s map-- Like … Continue reading Haiku by Thomas Page
319 Hummingbird feeder In a hibernating tree— My bare hands are cold. 320 April showers wash Away Japanese flowers— Bonsai gardener. 321 How could I ever Count the raindrops on windows— Reflection of stars. 322 My foot plunges in Puddles deep as trenches chilled With the absent light. 323 A faceless chamber Voting against … Continue reading Haiku by Thomas Page (319-337)
By Thomas Page People articulated By traits becomes a Grave--dry bones. Lab'ling the other Tacks their equal to a board Like a butterfly. A clock will tick in Unique tremor for each new, Subsequent heard tock. How many years pass On Pluto and the other Bodies as light flies?
By Thomas Page The stars, eternal Flames in the sky, compared to Broke GPSs. A thousand drapes hung From the same curtain rod will Rest in the same way. The lake and the rock Disappearing into the Other--Chiasmus. A lawn of grass, Staked like old divisions Immeasurable. Students who only Memorize and … Continue reading Haiku (310-314)
By Thomas Page The hues of winter Like a forgotten photo Are rich in mem'ry. The orang'd leaves, champions of Autumn, remain strong on Hibernating trees. The frozen pond like The artisan's glass imbued With imperfections. Time gushes like a Wound while traffic like white blood Cells clot up cars. … Continue reading Winter Haiku (305-309)
By Thomas Page Oceans of the Moon Dressed in telescope's mirrors On morning windshields. Frost melting like the Dawn into bright morning sun-- Apollo's Commute. The fallen snow grays As it sees more of the day Which will destroy it. The perennials Like the annuals Seem faded in the freezing breeze. … Continue reading Winter Haiku (300-304)
The grass shining bright Like the glittering diamond. Due to moist morning!