your hand
even when you’re not here
it holds me
*
pearls inside her
luster
turns to flesh
*
this algal strand
same blueprint with a twist
this milky way
*
climbing the rungs
of myself, oh silly woman
still reaching
*
bliss
not the new green bud itself
but the noticing
*
laughing at me
all those angels
I never believed in
Don’t think I’ve ever seen you this playful with your haiku. (Rumi must be especially proud of what you’ve done here.) Some, while humorous, do have their serious sides, too.
I was expecting the first haiku to begin: your _heart_/…
Keep on keeping on.
Om and namaste’.
Hi Ed,
That’s funny you noticed these were different. I wrote them off of pictures, well, petroglyphs …
That first one was a picture of a person holding a hand … At least I thought it was a hand. Perhaps a sheaf of wheat …
I can see the petroglyphs in all but number 4, where I only see you at the petroglyphs. Number 5 is more favorite, but the ending is such a fine stroke too, translating them to angels.
Hey dear David … that particular petroglyph was one of my favorites, a ladder with two feet and the top was made of two open hands … and the angel one, well, i couldn’t think what else it would be above the head except a halo. i might try to upload some of these drawings …