It seems like each month I find myself in a different reality. I still have a lot of projects going on, and the barriers of 17-syllable poetry have gotten old. Poetry hasn’t though, so for now, it’s free-form time.
intuit
the rain comes and goes
water pools in the backfield
frogs leap into it
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
cloudy
bright green grassy fields
and swarms of birds singing
mountains in the sky
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
afternoon
clouds finally break–
green and yellow on the ground,
blue cracks across the sky
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
foggy view
fog fully fills the fields,
the white light limit’s one’s sight,
but the birds still sing
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
sleepy eyes
grey, green and yellow
colors and shapes fill my eyes–
dust on my glasses
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
idiocy
coronavirus,
ignorance, and stupidity
spread across the land
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
Groundhog Day
a cup of coffee
another grey day here
and slices of grapefruit
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
peas and carrots
clouds are rolling in
they nearly touch the forest
like waves of pea soup
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
Let Us Cling Together
the leaves have come out
but not all–some withered trees
try to cling to life
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.