AND SO, EARTH CONTINUED TO shake off the irritants that had plagued her since the rise of the Industrial Age…”
— Barbatus the Elder
Tag: haiku and environs
Staple and meat of
Poets and coffeehouses.
Some might even rhyme..
My Contribution to the War Effort
IT’S JUST A LITTLE BLOG called “Metaphorager.” I hope it offers respite.
Plague Haiku
THE PAIN IN MY CHEST Is growing by the hour. I hope it’s heartburn.
Haiku: Timeless Time
IT”S SPACE ON THE CLOCK Between the Tick and the Tock. Have a good Shabbos!
Haiku: The Nameless Name
THAT-WHICH-SOME-CALL-“GOD“: Universal, non-dual. What is It for you?
Not Like It Used To Was
Mom in the drug store Called out to her son: “Brooklyn!” Am I getting old?
Haiku for Uncertain Weather
Slate-thin clouds cover shoulders that lately knew sun. Make up your mind, God.
Windstorm Stylist
Scary loud gusts brush From the trees’ green-flowing hair Stray twigs and branches.
Autumn Sunday
ELEVEN A. M., September the twenty-fifth — Rain hits Sonoma.
Then
EVEN AFTER TEN YEARS, THE memories and pain are still fresh when I think of them. I don’t think of them often. My habit in those days was to check the Ha’aretz news ticker with my morning coffee. “Hmm… soccer…
I Am In Love With Edna St. Vincent Millay
EVIDENTLY, SHE WROTE A POEM in 1928 called “Dirge With Music.” I have not yet read any of her other works, but I hope they’re like this one. The last stanza says it all: Down, down, down into the darkness…
Love to a Cat
HAD I NOT BEEN SWIFT, He would have brought the rat in. It’s the thought that counts.