did it just start to
sing, that brown bird, or did I
just start to listen?
*
a night of fretting,
but the day comes in with a
cartwheel
*
that letter so much
more precious now that I
have lost it
*
once I took all the
books off the shelves, God arrived
with a blank page
*
today
the leaf just
a leaf
*
no pillow tonight!
the poem just grabbed a drum
and crooked its finger
*
but I don’t know how
to fly, I said, and God said,
start by falling
*
still cupped in my hands
this song hummed to me
seven years ago
I like the humor in these, and that we are the victim of our own folly.
thanks dear Jim, glad you see the humor! of course you would ….
I especially like the way these eight talk to me at the beginning and ending, and of course that’s because of what goes on between. There’s a great play of opposites throughout, which unites them by style for me. And even the leaf, which is not, is centered so nicely between. I know you are working a vein of haiku ore, and that’s great. I wonder what will evolve in the realm of titles….?
Well, I left a comment here last night and it never showed up. Drat. Essentially, I think the starting and ending haiku work well together, and I like the little leaf in the middle, like a pause, to counterpoint the sense of opposites that govern the others.
I like the opening and closing haiku, how they play off each other and tie together. And I like the little leaf one in the middle, so neutral, amid the shower of opposites that come before it and after. Like a tiny spot to rest.
thank you, dear Jim …