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| ========================== Two vagrants debate The State of the Union speech On the crosstown bus. ========================== A Caterpiller Slowly inches up a branch Butterfly within. ======================== Walking the shoreline As the fog envelopes me I absorb the calm. ======================= Years later, I find My secret forest hideout Just a field of stumps. ============================= Pristine snow ruined By the faint red marks which bleed From my brand new sled. =========================== A scarf hides her face Her hair tucked under her hat Mystery woman ============================ The gingham blanket Wrappped tight around the infant Shields it from the cold. ========================== In a deep, dark cave A lonely soul contemplates The wide world outside. =========================== The birds know it first While the cats don't have a clue. Spring's not far away. ===================== A brisk morning run Sweat breaks out on my forehead The wind stings my face. ============================ Thin layers of ice Cover the leafless branches The landscape glistens.. ============================= Bitter cold morning Dog owners forced out of bed By their anxious pets. ============================ I walk in the rain Proceeding with great caution Avoiding puddles ============================= I'm thoroughly soaked But the Winter's rain won't quit Till Spring flowers bloom. =========================== At last, morning comes A rabbit in the meadow Listens intently. ============================ A dark, gray morning Serious people crowd me I can't help but grin ======================= Without a warning Trucks collide on the corner Police cars converge ======================= As the clouds disperse Stars twinkle in the night sky My heart leads me home. ======================== A wet snow falling Too warm to stick to the ground Still feels like Winter. ========================== A single dead leaf Floating down to the sidewalk Triggers dreams of youth. ========================= A girl with pierced cheeks Wanders through the East Village Trying to fit in. ============================ |
| These short poems, written by an anonymous Spondville resident, are in the Japanese haiku style, 3 lines each, with the syllable count per line being 5, 7, 5. Each haiku is to be read as a separate and distinct poem, not in any way connected to what comes before or after. Check back here often, as this page will be updated with new haikus every couple weeks. |
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| This Page last updated on June 12, 2002 |
| (all haiku copyright 2002 by m.t.s.) |
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| ================================== the well worn pathway which leads to instant pleasures ends in emptiness =============================== Unadorned fir trees Clutter sidewalks at Christmas And dream of glory =============================== A startling find Mementos from long ago When the couch was moved. =============================== A frisky kitten Leaps and runs and purrs all day Then sleeps in my lap ================================ the snowy landscape seems to go on forever Pennsylvania morning ================================ wishes on Christmas Are seldom, if ever filled. completely, that is. ============================== a lit cigarette carelessly tossed to the ground yet quickly stepped on. ================================== a red rose opens revealing all its beauty to those near the bush =================================== a harmonica blows a mournful jailhouse tune which can set me free |
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| ======================== An Island Sunset The sky aglow with passion. Why aren't you with me? ====================== I walk the shoreline As the fog envelopes me I steal the quiet. ======================= Suddenly I find My secret forest hideout Just a field of stumps. ======================== In the dark of night Eagles quietly swooping In search of some food. ======================== Overcast Monday Dark clouds loom low overhead You appear; birds sing. ============================= Pristine snow ruined By the faint red marks which bleed From my brand new sled. =========================== A scarf hides her face Her hair tucked under her hat Mystery woman ============================ The gingham blanket Wrappped tight around the infant Shields it from the cold. ========================== In a deep, dark cave A lonely soul contemplates The wide world outside. =========================== The birds know it first While the cats don't have a clue. Spring's not far away. ========================= A brisk morning run Sweat breaks out on my forehead The wind stings my face. ============================ Thin layers of ice Cover the leafless branches The landscape glistens.. ============================= Bitter cold morning Dog owners forced out of bed By their anxious pet. ============================ I walk in the rain Proceeding with great caution Avoiding puddles ============================= I'm thoroughly soaked But the Winter's rain won't quit Till Spring flowers bloom. =========================== At last, morning comes A rabbit in the meadow Listens intently. ======================= A dark, grey morning Serious people crowd me I can't help but grin ======================= Without a warning Trucks collide on the corner Police cars converge ======================= As the clouds disperse Stars twinkle in the ngiht sky My heart leads me home. ======================== A wet snow falling Too warm to stick to the ground Still feels like Winter. ========================== A single dead leaf Floating down to the sidewalk Triggers dreams of youth. ========================= A girl with pierced cheeks Wanders through the East Village Trying to fit in. ============================ A pristine forest Where no man has ever walked Survives on its own. ============================ Lying by the curb His whiskey in a brown bag A vagrant sleeping. ============================ A toddler screaming Sitting in a grocery cart His mother pleading ============================= Windy morning chills Give way to Sunny afternoons The glory of March. ============================== Windy morning chills Give way to Sunny afternoons Lifting our spirits. ============================= Empty city streets Faint sounds of music playing Somewhere, a parade. ============================== My heart re-opened Only through your insistence That it was worth it. ================================ A steady downpour Creates puddles in the streets And quiets the birds. ========================= I nervously wait The doctor studies my chart Will I get well soon? ================================= My nose still clogged up As the snow-storm approaches I search for my gloves. ========================= Formerly treasured A knick-knack in the garbage Headed for the Dump. ========================= No longer useful A doormat in the garbage It's welcome worn out. ========================== Empty flower vase placed on an antique dresser Does not need water. ============================ Fragrant aromas Awaken my thoughts of you My long ago love ========================= Recalled memories. Of happier times with you. Still comfort me now. ========================= A stone partition Does not stop my neighbor's dog From barking at me. ============================ In a robin's nest Wonders of the world await Two tiny blue eggs. ============================ The burdens of Life Matter little to a child This joyous spring day ============================= My body shivers As the frigid wind blows through An open window ========================== On the crosstown bus Daddy carries their infant Mommy pays their fare. ======================= I nervously wait The doctor studies my chart Will I get well soon? ================================= My nose still clogged up As the snow-storm approaches I search for my gloves. ================================ Stubble on my chin Clothes I've worn for two full days Still sick as a dog. ======================== Sunday's Newspaper Lying outside my front door Is it worth reading? ========================= |
| A wisp of her hair Sticks to her sweaty forehead As she runs to him ---------------------------------- Vacant apartment Dust settled everywhere now Your spirit lingers -------------------------------------- October warm spell The jacket I wore to work I will carry home -------------------------------- Whispers in the night Light seeps under her closed door Secrets at Midnight --------------------------------------- Father's artifacts a musty smell permeates memories preserved -------------------------------------- From atop my desk An Apple falls to the floor I reach, but in vain. ------------------------------------- A playful kitten without fear of reprisal pounces on the yarn -------------------------- The well-worn pathway leading to instant pleasures ends in emptiness |