VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1[2] ]
Subject: Re: Zen Poetry


Author:
Slavica Blagojevic (haiku)
[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]
Date Posted: Thu, Jan 15 2009, 20:41:22
In reply to: Stephen Collicoat 's message, "Zen Poetry" on Tue, May 31 2005, 8:54:17


>
>powdered dust
>the dying lawn
>
>
>tiny fish dart
>above
>shadow shoals
>
>
>this day of peace
>I fight despair
>
>
>the blackbird
>warns encroachers
>in a song
>
>
>the kitten curls
>to basket's shape
>
>
>faded photograph
>only eyes
>and lips remain
>
>
>the balloon pops
>her shriek dies
>
>
>his voice
>muffled in
>the pending tray
>
>
>curled leaves
>set forth
>across the pond
>
>
>the tractor roars
>tugs aimless boat
>onto the shore
>
>
>she casts away the quilt
>I shiver
>in the night
>
>
>rain taunts
>with scattered drops
>
>
>empty verandah
>grey boards creak
>at my approach
>
>
>she pays
>then talks
>about her pain
>
>
>endorsed at last
>he clutches
>his degree
>
>
>I mow
>buttercups fly
>into death
>
>
>solar lights
>ache
>for sun's return
>
>
>crumpled petals
>roses die
>
>
>tightening her grip
>she grasps
>my empty air
>
>
>she breaks off
>advocating equality
>to scold the maid
>
>
>sometime soon
>I'll arise
>my legs lie dead
>
>
>he jabs with jokes
>here comes
>a killer line
>
>
>family Christmas
>excrutiating cheer
>
>
>the meal ends
>guests narrowly watch
>the folded bill
>
>
>grateful to be alone
>her postcards wish
>our company
>
>
>she glances through his life
>then bins
>his application
>
>
>I gather wood
>by the hollow tree
>bees murmur strategy
>
>
>she inserts shrewd questions
>into conversation
>like wedges in a log
>
>
>stallion
>galloping
>rain streaming from his back
>
>
>news of another atrocity
>I tune in
>to the mountains
>
>
>the cat arranges baby birds
>each morning
>on the mat
>
>
>she laughs
>in another room
>I writhe in jealousy
>
>
>night cats
>spit curses
>
>
>each morning
>his anxious face
>peers back
>
>
>she leaves
>the phone sulks
>
>
>retrenched
>his suits hang
>unconsulted
>
>
>laughter shrinks
>she moves away
>
>
>I write of love
>she corrects
>my grammar
>
>
>take your time
>he orders
>impatiently
>
>
>I'll call
>he promises
>then slinks away
>
>
>avidly confessing sins
>only his twin
>has done
>
>
>I bury my parents in a wood
>ghosts remain at home
>
>
>each day counting blessings
>assuring himself
>he's still alive
>
>
>the fox barks in the night
>I phone reception
>for a wake-up call
>
>
>unnoticed
>the old woman
>skips across the path
>
>
>savagely thrusting
>his car in gear
>shocked face shrinks
>
>
>I crumple
>a useless afternoon
>tossing it away
>
>
>they'll miss me
>at the party
>no, they won't
>
>
>forgetting his argument
>he prays
>for interruption
>
>
>candles flicker
>on the terrace
>a waiter sets the table
>
>
>there
>there
>anywhere
>no, not there
>well, I ask you
>
>toy racing car driver
>snarl moulded
>into tin
>
>
>wild geese
>beating sky
>
>
>three days' rain
>the frogs'
>deafening joy
>
>
>dark garden
>a cricket's song
>
>
>the mountain basks in sun
>we shiver
>on the plains
>
>
>the sunday lilies
>of my youth
>
>
>crumpled party dresses
>spring
>has left the garden
>
>
>sighing at
>the severity of her diet
>she butters a croissant
>
>frozen smoke
>of apple blossom
>
>
>two cats
>describe their rival's
>ancestry
>
>the wheezing rage
>of a fox's bark
>
>last night
>the dead rang
>to wish us well
>
>I shrink in a lighted house
>Dark freedom
>Stirs beyond

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]


[ Contact Forum Admin ]


Forum timezone: GMT+1
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.