this heavy shell
I sometimes forget it, too
is holy
*
your eyes
everywhere I look
your eyes
*
god needed a flute
tried blowing into me—no note
still too much of me here
*
it sure does make
a lousy guard dog
pride
*
every pore, every
bone, every hair, every cell
an altar
“Everything is a miracle.”
I’m seeing the recent return to haiku-ing as a return to the basics: Using petroglyphs as writing prompts. As your haiku strongly urge, it’s amazing what we craft when we’re outta the way.
The final haiku… *sighhhhhhhhhhhh* Deeply redolent.
thanks Ed … i love haiku as a verb. i haiku, you haiku, we haikued … haikud? hmmm ..
and love the word redolent, too.
“I’m a haiku/she’s a haiku/we’re a haiku/wouldn’t you like to be a haiku, too?”
I like the video format, of reading with the visual, then showing the text of what has been said, stanza to stanza, haiku to haiku. It makes for a different (but better, I think) kind of accessibility for the reader. #4 for me, but they all work together.