From noble assistant editors...
"Patience, Mister Editor! Poems for our next post will soon be here!"...
poet Pawel Markiewicz, Bielsk, Poland...
the first autumn rain
spider's heart in rhythm of drops
nature awoken
poet Carl Mayfield, Rio Rancho, New Mexico...
black-headed grosbeak:
fellow traveler
passing through
poet Jane Stuart, Flatwoods, Kentucky...
The White House
My grandmother's porch
stacks of empty flower pots
saucers full of rain
water for the hosts plants
stretching in the sun
In The Yard
The well bucket fills
with quiet water
Rain soaks its swollen sides
A dead mosquito
floats upside down
Scots poet John McDonald, Edinburgh, Scotland...
his vaccination date: his jab date;
Good Friday Guid Friday
...the body pierced ...the book thirst
birdsong - burdsang
never nivver
a wrong note a wrong note
poet Stephanie Hiteshew, Baltimore, Maryland...
White moon
large at the mountaintop
hovers over the lone pier.
Ink and stone
scroll left at shrine
covered by centuries of moss.
poet Sarah Mahina Calvello,
San Francisco, California...
Fresh cranberries
And a breakfast muffin
That's brilliant!
Vitamin C
Followed by a nightly nap
Routine of solace
poet Richard Brautigan California time-traveler
The sea is like
an old nature poet
who died of a
heart attack in a
public latrine.
His ghost still
haunts the urinals.
At night he can
be heard walking
around barefoot
in the dark.
Somebody stole
his shoes.
poet Carl Mayfield, Rio Rancho, New Mexico...
gazing at the stars
mother ship
beneath my feet
great horned owl
his call
lifting night's wing
twilight
caught
in the crow's throat
poet Judith Partin Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...
Each Day
each day a poem
breeze ruffling my hair
a glimpse of mountains
behind floating cloud silhouettes
afternoon sun through the window
falling across the empty pages
waiting on my desk
Thank you, noble assistant editors! And, we'll end with this poem from Tuharam!...
That Angel Talked Like a Sailor
What part of heaven did she come from?
That angel talked like a sailor
and she was dressed
enchantingly
scant.
I can't even repeat the things she said
or picture again the shape of her breasts.
Though I know one thing:
My fear of dying has
vanished.
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)
Last! If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, that's ok, too (again, include postal address)
and, you can mail your poetry to:
bear creek haiku
PO Box 596
Longmont, CO
80502
USA
(SASE's are appreciated)
Last! If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, that's ok, too (again, include postal address)
