haiku lowku
what was said to the rose
Saturday, August 04, 2007
What was said to the rose
What was said to the rose that made it open?
I am jealous of the chrysanthemums lining the stage
What is
A TV show without commercials
A full day whether daylight saved or not
Time again for that time of the month, that period
Almost 6 months
Our married life together
No, we are not in jeopardy
Terror is only for those who are afraid
Love provides energy to walk together into the unknown
The audio (podcast) version of this can be found here
For Dolores
A full day whether daylight saved or not
Time again for that time of the month, that period
Almost 6 months
Our married life together
No, we are not in jeopardy
Terror is only for those who are afraid
Love provides energy to walk together into the unknown
The audio (podcast) version of this can be found here
For Dolores
At Home
with one last, last minute
thing to do completed
they scurry out of the house
with the door closing
silence settles slowly
awakening the kitchen clock
whose whirring resumes telling stories
while the radiator bubbles
and gurgles with delight
to which the faucet responds
with its monotonous drip, drip
drowned out as the
silence settles still further
and the people upstairs
begin living here
The audio (podcast) version of this can be found here.
I grew up in a five room apartment on the first floor of a three tenement house. I was the oldest of six and needless to say, the house got busy and noisy at times as we all did what we needed to do. The family was all going out but for some reason, I was being left behind, maybe I had something else to do, maybe I was sick, the circumstances were such that after the hustle and bustle of their leaving, I was left in the empty house. Except it was not really empty, as you hear in the reading, the house almost has a life of its own.
thing to do completed
they scurry out of the house
with the door closing
silence settles slowly
awakening the kitchen clock
whose whirring resumes telling stories
while the radiator bubbles
and gurgles with delight
to which the faucet responds
with its monotonous drip, drip
drowned out as the
silence settles still further
and the people upstairs
begin living here
The audio (podcast) version of this can be found here.
I grew up in a five room apartment on the first floor of a three tenement house. I was the oldest of six and needless to say, the house got busy and noisy at times as we all did what we needed to do. The family was all going out but for some reason, I was being left behind, maybe I had something else to do, maybe I was sick, the circumstances were such that after the hustle and bustle of their leaving, I was left in the empty house. Except it was not really empty, as you hear in the reading, the house almost has a life of its own.
Orange Numbers
If we roll our orange round
first, it will
peel like an apple
second, so
you can give me a quarter
third, so we can
beslobber our mouths with juice
fourth, so we can have a magnificent
excuse for a kiss
sixth, and clean up our act.
Fifth, fifth, oh yes
there was a fifth
but by the time
that gets passed around
and back to us
there’ll be nothing left..
Let’s have another orange!
The audio (podcast) version of this can be found here
http://steves2cents.blogspot.com/2015/03/orange-numbers.html
For CC
This was written many years ago while I was doing my undergraduate studies at Assumption College. Both CC and I were student athletes and at a party together where there was some drinking. However, we were both in training and could not participate in that aspect of the party so we did our own thing and enjoyed a few oranges. She had not seen an orange peeled like that before so I was able to delight her with the story and then the poem later. I think I liked the fantasy part about the kissing. I recall that it was suggested, and tried, but not encouraged.
first, it will
peel like an apple
second, so
you can give me a quarter
third, so we can
beslobber our mouths with juice
fourth, so we can have a magnificent
excuse for a kiss
sixth, and clean up our act.
Fifth, fifth, oh yes
there was a fifth
but by the time
that gets passed around
and back to us
there’ll be nothing left..
Let’s have another orange!
The audio (podcast) version of this can be found here
http://steves2cents.blogspot.com/2015/03/orange-numbers.html
For CC
This was written many years ago while I was doing my undergraduate studies at Assumption College. Both CC and I were student athletes and at a party together where there was some drinking. However, we were both in training and could not participate in that aspect of the party so we did our own thing and enjoyed a few oranges. She had not seen an orange peeled like that before so I was able to delight her with the story and then the poem later. I think I liked the fantasy part about the kissing. I recall that it was suggested, and tried, but not encouraged.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
sherku: Tenth Circle (Jodi Picoult)
spiral inward, thoughts become
words, words become deeds
be careful what you wish for
A short form book review of The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult
Once upon a time I found that Patti Digh did haiku book reviews and thought that a wonderful idea. I have since created sherku and almost spun off "booku" as those specifically for books but decided not to...
words, words become deeds
be careful what you wish for
A short form book review of The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult
Once upon a time I found that Patti Digh did haiku book reviews and thought that a wonderful idea. I have since created sherku and almost spun off "booku" as those specifically for books but decided not to...
sherku: spontaneous hitchhikers 2
No flicker, fly away
No musing, just visit
Keep your hat on, Conductor
Inspirationally found on the Hitchhiker Trail
No musing, just visit
Keep your hat on, Conductor
Inspirationally found on the Hitchhiker Trail
sherku: on my knees
| This is one good way to get Me down on my knees Summer weeds for you my dear for Dolores What is a sherku? |
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
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