Haiku to you
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11 before
she sleeps in 5 7 5
breathing paused at 17
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In slanted sunlight
young man waits in dancing dust
as carousel thunders
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Pillows piled crisp high
Hold apricot breaths secret
Last exhalation
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Cat on windowsill
Folding boneless in sunlight
Origami breathes
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Leaf slips grip from tree
Suicide by seasonal
Imperatives
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Chestnut horse stamps breathe
on dead air of frozen fields
resuscitation
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under blood cover
infant player screams sliding
into awaiting home base
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koolaid sugared lips
touch, stick, separate
first kiss remembered
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scalpel slits tender flesh
exposing rotted fruits growing
ready for harvest
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crimson cardinal
lights on frozen pond alone
prizing Spring’s warming
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whimpered end of sigh
in the final curtain call
crow caws to darkness
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Chrysalis cracking
under weight of butterfly
velvet opening
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I am haikued out
still in syllabic sentience
I am haikued out
Some very clever haiku, Pearl Girl. Especially appreciated the pause at 17 and being "haikued out"! The most luscious was the crimson cardinal and the notion of the coming Spring. Thanks, hon! Peace, Amy
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