Assistant Editor's Kitty
Kali and Frosty, mewing,
"Poetry, Mister Editor!
Poets, readers, and
kitties all need
today's purring
poetry!"...
Yes, we certainly do! And! We'll begin with poet Ram Chandran, Madurai, India...
under sickle moon
bumper crop
awaiting harvest
the flavour of tea-
the nimble fingers sunset
of the beautiful girls boatman's pole
lengthens
poet John McDonald, Edinburgh, Scotland... (in Scots and English)
faur aff lichtnin far off lighting
troot trout
lowpin leaping
anely hersel only herself
an the Yule cactus- and the Christmas cactus-
lanely covid blues lonely covid blues
blythefou swalliae happy swallow
loosen throuch looping through
a mairchless lift a borderless sky
poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...
just before dawn
Pleiades opens the sky
the warbler's melody
first light
two sandhill cranes bugle
in silhouette
autumn picnic
ants picking up the cherry
before I can
poet Julie A. Dickson, Exeter, New Hampshire...
Shared
Homeless, reminder of full belly,
warmth sparse refuge provides
barest shelter, man and rodent,
shared forage of nuts, occasional
bread crumbs, wizened hands
that don't mind the company.
poet Patrica Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...
like cat's eyes
doors to inner space
open and shut Kerouac kitty
poems unravel
like toilet paper
feline etiquette
humans must cater to cats
never vice versa
Assistant editors, mewing,
'Our Brooklyn girl, Patricia Carragon, has earned several kitty kisses accompanied by
juicy kitty licks!"
poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...
lost on treadmill journey
endless minutes and miles
escaping deeper into nowhere
early morning ambush
sudden view of reality
bathroom mirror reflection
gust of November wind
rattling bare branches
taste of snow in air
poet Adrain Bouter, Gouda, the Netherlands...
homegrown
poems in and out
of reach yarn ball
the cat stretching lazily
but just enough...
lovesick moon
one heartbeat away
from being full
poet Judith Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...
Winter Buddha
Statue of Buddha
sits peacefully
beside the front door
now wearing a crown
of freshly blown snow
Ghost Dance
tall, leafless aspen
cast evening shadows
across the frozen lake
sudden gust of and
and ghosts are dancing
over the water
poet Pawel Markiewicz, Podlaski, Poland...
butterflies in flight
tender winglet in the rhythm
of the falling rain
butterfly's winglet
- gentle touching of nectar
that I want to taste
see you in a moment...
and, you can mail your poetry to: bear creek haiku PO Box 596 Longmont, CO 80502 USA (SASE's are appreciated)
From other than the USA, email to darylayaz@gmail.com and/or darylayaz@me.com (include postal address)Last! If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, that's ok, too (again, include postal address)
3 comments:
Happy turkeys to the kitty team. thanks for posting.
Brooklyn is in the house
We love's Brooklyn!
extra treats for Mr. John McDonald!!!!
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