Y todabía nesesita ser tirado el balde;
pero aora, solo, lo ago por obligasión sin rechistar
— el amargor de la madurez…
Still Bucket
2018 April 23
So Shriveled, So Faded ( Una foschia secolare )
2018 April 13
So shriveled, so faded,
the sick sliver o’ a crescent.
All the adults present
pass, minds & eyes straight on the streets ’head.
¿& why shouldn’t they be?
¿What have they up there to see
that they haven’t seen already?
But I keep staring up @ you,
as if ’twere still the 1st time,
e’en though too many nights have gone through
to decline
in the tattered fabric o’ wasted tissue
that only a nobody eye like you can spy.
Quando la gioventù e l’innocenza svaniscono…
sia la notte.
So gray, so thin,
the has-been.
Posted in Poetry
Der wahrer Verfall passiert nach dem Tod
2018 April 9
Morning showers too cold
for any spring to warm.
Gray weekend ( LASS ES EINFACH SEIN UND SICH MIT WENIGER ZUFRIEDEN GEBEN )
2018 April 7
Gray weekend ~
nothing but spoons o’
peanut butter.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
April Drops – Spring Sunset II ( tal vez no es abril, pero me sienta como es abril )
2018 April 2
¡I e’en forgot the music last sunset!
March 30, 2018, on the road home from groceries, our poet encounters ‘nother sunrise…
April drops ~
already I feel
the ocean horizon.
April drops ~
their sheer weight leaves
speckled shadows.
¡Yes, photos!
tonight the camera
joins the party.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
Day o’ new hatching ( JUGASTE TU MISMO CREER QUE ESTÁS AQUÍ ABAJO CONMIGO )
2018 April 1
Day o’ new hatching ~
on this year,
it is a prank.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
Mordor in My Neighborhood
2018 March 30
Note: If one were to ask me my favorite character in Lord of the Rings, ’twould have to be the place o’ Morder in all its beautifully-described ugliness.
The scent of
petrol & warm rain ~
Middle March.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
Eriador in My Neighborhood
2018 March 28
Note: as usual, there was a delay ’tween the publication o’ this haiku & its inspiring event ( the time @ which I, unfortunately ’gain, forgot to bring my camera ) — hence the dissonance ’tween “middle march” & this publication date.
Also, I know Eriador is low lands — ’twas the least inaccurate comparison I could find.
Middle March ~
sunny streets stare down
fog mountains.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
Still-young spring
2018 March 26
Still-young spring ~
a foreign bus stop,
ants return.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
Random New York Times Article Title, Now in Haiku Form
2018 March 24
St. Martin After Irma: The Beaches Are Dazzling but There’s Work to Do
The beaches ~
dazzling, but there is
work to do.
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
