Saturday, February 18, 2017

poets of bear creek haiku #138: normal, james b peters, claudia messelodi, jim kacian, paula yup, carl mayfield, gene gryniewicz, cathy porter, karen o'leary, and! annie jenkin!

from assistant editor tama:
"bear creek haiku #138 is in the mail, now let's share some
of our awesome poets and their poems in a blog post!"
"Yes!", says assistant editor frosty, "and then, we'll honor 'em even more with our favorite treats!"  Excellent, noble assistants! Let's begin...

normal  saugerties, new york                        

the cricket wears his comedic face;
tonight, the forest falls to its' knees

james b peters
                cottontown, tennessee

On new years day,
A sense of hope
is found in the
Bluebird on the windowsill.

claudia messelodi
                              arco, italy

May the dusk cloak drop
quickly clench the sparks of this
consuming waiting.

jim kacian
                 winchester, new york

top down
the midwest

           game night
           in the college town
           the smell of fried food



          paula yup
          spokane, washington

          After Christmas
          Hokusai datebook on sale
          paid a utility bill
          at City Hall
          mailed thank you cards
          drank coffee
          headed to get medicine
          at the clinic
          a hassle free morning
          except for snow

carl mayfield  rio rancho, new mexico


                                    curb to curb
                                    the earth cringing
                                               beneath anger
                                    dressed in frenzy
                                    fiddle music on the radio
                                    easing up
                                    on the despair

gene gryniewicz  tinley park, illinois

                     the twitch of a butterfly's wing

cathy porter  omaha, nebraska

                in between pauses
                the cat purrs
                me first

    karen o'leary  west fargo, north dakota                  

                hope chest
                full of promises

                                          snow storm
                                          the bard stares
                                          at a white sheet

annie jenkin  devon, england

As two embers flew over the ocean
they met the man in the moon,
who doffed his cap and sent his news
into silvery waters below.
Picked up by passing dolphins
it spread through ocean highways;
that your dreams were seen
by moon-lit clouds who
carried your love to the stars.

tama: "since we can't get all our loverly poets in one post, should everyone have extra-special treats now?"

frosty and i: "hooray! our fine poets, and now, our treats!"
and, apologies, will try to include everyone in upcoming posts

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


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