The Burka
I’m wearing my age like a burka.
Bald pate to bunions, all is hidden.
Visible yet invisible.
No dashing figure to catch a maiden’s eye.
No strutting pose to challenge younger men.
Just an outline in the ether,
A shape that’s saying nothing.
No one bothers what’s inside
While, unnoticed, I look out.
........
Monday, October 13, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
More Haiku
The recent rain has
washed the sky all clean again
but muddied the earth.
Young punk primps his hair
Each lock worried into place
To appear unkempt
The ibis, after posing
by the reflecting pool,
befouls our table.
hurry oh hurry
it's morning not afternoon
how embarrassing!
Last night the rain fell.
Now, fearing the morning sun,
Struggles to its feet.
Again, in bare feet,
I tread the dawn wet grass
to meet the garbage truck.
.....
washed the sky all clean again
but muddied the earth.
Young punk primps his hair
Each lock worried into place
To appear unkempt
The ibis, after posing
by the reflecting pool,
befouls our table.
hurry oh hurry
it's morning not afternoon
how embarrassing!
Last night the rain fell.
Now, fearing the morning sun,
Struggles to its feet.
Again, in bare feet,
I tread the dawn wet grass
to meet the garbage truck.
.....
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Haiku - ancient sky
Found image. Photographer unknown.
Grandchildren take note:
Skies in olden days were blue.
Proof by Kodachrome.
Grandchildren take note:
Skies in olden days were blue.
Proof by Kodachrome.
....
Haiku - Singing Ship
Emu Park 1974
Wind in the rigging
Croons praise to the sky above
While itself earthbound
Croons praise to the sky above
While itself earthbound
....
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
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