We do not beg for peace —
The War-Men have no peace to give.
Peace is yours, mine, ours.
Peace is ready now.
micropoetry/ haiku/
And senryu and nano and quanta… nevermind… splendidly short.
A riot of Song
A riot of Song
Of reverberating Song
And Imagination
Riot has meanings that include an unrestrained display of emotions, passions, etc.
Star blue sky
Waking, right eye first, along the pillow line,
through the dark, and where the curtains part—
for a moment, clarity—a star blue sky.
Published in: “3201 e’s” 2018
I looked up and saw a star
I looked up and saw a star. And then another.
I traced the light of some small piece of rock or ice.
It might have been space junk but could have been a satellite.
No way to know for sure. The moon was over there.
Published in: “3201 e’s” 2018
Nuthin’
Shucks! That ain’t nuthin’—
I seen bigger— Way bigger!
I mean— The Entire Space Building!
Published in: “Letter to the White Imbongi” 2013
Butterfly
Oh—Butterfly!
Unfolding folding—Away!
Up up down up—Ha!
Salty
Salty chips
Creamy dips
Licky lips
Published in: “Poems for Relationships” 2017 as “Grace”: “3201 e’s” 2018
You sit, you stand, you read
You sit, you stand, you read
the news. How marvelous
that you do not weep.
Published in: “3201 e’s” 2018
Head bowed.
Head bowed. Homeless.
What a heavy load
He carries.
Saw him crossing a street in LA.
Published in: “3201 e’s” 2018
Father
Father,
how shall I atone
for sins so deep
that Satan
weeps
Published in: “souls arriving” 2006 as “Magi”: “Between Music and Dance” 2013, “Magi”
main street underworld
belts hung with trampled halos
trammeled souls
t-shirts taunting— PROPERTY OF HIM
Frost 1
It’s snowing
Crows racing, caw-calling
Old hemlocks waiting
A ‘ku-esque prequel to Robert Frost’s “Dust of Snow.” Published June 2020, SpillWords Press.