Mourning of the Morning
Poem There were blues in the hues of the morning, mourning the end of night. There, too, were warm rays of sunshine upon the heads of early doves. Words were absent from the...
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Spring Suite, Part I: At the NJ Botanical Gardens
Haibun The twin rows of apple trees define a path down the center of Skyland Manor’s Great Lawn. They won’t blossom until May. Many other trees already do. Daffodils, hydrangeas, and other plants, as...
My Flower and Me
Poem From your view, the flower dies For it will live in me As it gives to me, life From our view, we dream deep. We sit here far from death We await...
Back In Time
Poem Back in the days when the summers were hotter, and the skies were bluer, and the faces were younger. Back in the days when my home was the Cosmos and my garden was...
You Built Me
Poem I’ve been busy I’m so sorry It’s still the same I’m glad you came Did you know There’s something new Had to grow I thought of you You built me You built me...
Ironic Contrasts
Haibun The sun teases us all. A shower of fiery light promises warmth before rain-filled cumulus eclipse it. A spatter of cold drizzle falls. Then stops. A breeze reminiscent of the record-setting bygone winter...
Whisper My Name
Poem This white-hot cold Drips down my ribs; Ice that burns like fire. Even the rain cannot cool or fade The red scars from my back. The wood of the table leg Is...
Death of a Voyeur
Poem Collection i. Voyeur Tongue in cheek white as snow melted, liquid stream running in silence, running and cunning cunningly running and knowing, tongue knows cheek knows boundaries, nose knows no boundaries, vision...
Another March 23rd
Haibun Sink into a chair. So tired. Body, weeping aches instead of tears. Meanwhile, Mom copes with Granny’s birthday. Alone. Again. receding snow her occasional cough from downstairs more by FRANK J....
