drawings by Ralph Lillford
Christmas lights swirling
snakes in the tree. Another
unpublished poem.
Sun’s bright yellow in
his beak, as far from me as
what will never speak.
Pine tree black against
moonlit mist; to be almost
as happy as this.
Closed lilies floating
by the water’s edge, trees bound
by the swaying dark.
But suddenly I am geese
printing distant air with flight.
Awake in the dark
I hear a furious bee
knocking against glass.
Slanting in across the roofs
the first cool rain of autumn.
Sitting in the guard’s
van on everyone else’s
bags, poets can smile.
it is amazing that your HAIKOU poems are coming out from a minimal modern life.
Marina Petri
painter and writer
Thank you Marina. I love trying to write more with less!
It is so nice to know my efforts have been appreciated and that I have communicated with you.
modern and minimal Haikou — amazing
what is the impact of that?