Japanese Short Form Poetry 2011

"We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words."- - Kahlil Gibran   (1883-1931)

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watching Survivor...
they all wear Che Guevara
T-shirts
         


autumn moonlight
shining upon his gravestone:
the swan sings in sleep

                     for Kenneth Rexroth)        
                      by   Chen-ou Liu


first recital
tension …
on the piano strings
 




approaching storm—
the silver flash
of turning pigeons

                       by   Nancy Nitrio





                        

new moon night--
one lantern lit
and the bamboo turns gold






an army of Kwan Yins
on the hillside--
cypress grove.





over pampas grass / a vee / of twelve snow geese.
                        
                        by   Alexis Rotella





abandoned schoolhouse
the overgrown grass
points away







melancholia
that could melt houses
eyelids on the sofa

                        by Lucas Stensland





morning mist
rising on the bay
ghosts or gulls






in the air
a wave of foam
snowy egret







crack of dawn
the steel cold cry
of a blue jay






out of the fog
a goose calling
lost

                       by  Neal Whitman





dusk
play of sunlight
on stucco and stone







dark shadows
across the path not taken -
what might have been

                       by Tracy Davidson





cold afternoon
Santa holds the coughing girl
at arm’s length







winter songbirds--
I can’t name them but I hear
dad among them






right on time. . .
a ladybug lands
on her gravestone

                      by  Robert Epstein 






 
the first butterflies
sliding through the light...
it seems, it's snowing

                      by Oprica Padeanu





after the storm
the silence
between street puddles

                     by  Paul David Mena 






Buttercup          by   Nancy Nitrio

 
She came into our lives one spring morning; a hoarse meow at the back door.  No one claimed her so she became ours; my husband and I. We named her Buttercup. 

She loved to be brushed in the sunshine and often slept in the gardenia bush on hot summer days.  In the autumn and winter there was always a warm smell of wood smoke rising from her fur.  On the rare occasion that she slept with us, we held her paws as she snuggled between us.
 
She was always bringing home stray cats for meals and our help.  Her last feline friend, remained close by her side. She shared her favorite chair and bed with him and they became constant companions.
 
As the autumn of last year approached we noticed Buttercup was eating less and less and frequently disappearing into the neighbor’s yard for days at a time until one day, we found her resting under the neighbor’s tree with her faithful friend beside her.  We brought her home to remain safe with us for what had become the last ten days of her life.
We spent that time letting her know how very thankful we were that she had been a part of our lives and that it was her time to go. As the vet released her from her pain, we held her soft paws and watched the light fade from her tired eyes.
 
the wind
scattering her ashes …
      wildflowers

                




summer heat -
my cat holds a yoga pose
in front of the fan






i paint her toes
slowly 
she turns the page






quick stop -
the pretty cashier
changes that

                      by  Jeffrey Hanson






On the train platform
one thousand people
alone.

                       by  David Jisl






hurricane
his voice stirs
the room







after all these years
the smile that brought the sun
...brings the sun

                      by R.D. Bailey





rain -
a strand of flooded canyons
catching the echo





channel of mist
among river reeds






rumors
a newborn creek
murmuring






autumn wind
separating the chaff
rusty threshers






in a dank back closet
moss on unworn shoes






night’s void
in a stand of red twig
one dragon-root






a cat nap
on the sofa...
         cappuccino

                       by Michael F. King




„Namaste!” I hear
in the silent night –
the nightingale

                    by  Patricia Lidia
 
 
 
 

 
 
as she turns to leave
my mother’s
girlish smile
                          (Valley Micropress, June, 2010)







lamp light
Buddha’s features
flicker
                          (Kokako 13, 2010)








droplets of dew
on six lettuce heads
- mother earth







scent of cat’s fur
on the sheets 
-woodsmoke
                
                      by  Anne Curran

 
 

after the rain
the echoing drips
of moonlight





waratahs
bleeding their color
into dewdrops






our break up —
we run out
of petals to pluck

                       (Notes from the Gene, Issue 4 - March 2010)







first day of summer ...
my poems of spring 
still linger 
in the breeze




silent night
he hears my heartbeat
...not my tears

                      by Raquel D. Bailey


                     

      


HAIKU TRIBUTE - 


Amy Winehouse...
her spinning record crackles
till sunset    

                       [RIP]
                       by R.D. Bailey








autumn drizzle
a wallah shakes
the orchid bouquet







winter rain
the urge to feel
the newborn







prayers for rain
a spider keeps
spinning its web







spring fever
she kisses her boy
all over







spring’s end
my infant fingers
the fallen petal

                   by Ramesh Anand








New moon
there she goes again
into her cocoon






Pisces husband--
only sea tones
my husband's shirts

                     by   Alexis Rotella









ox daisies 
growing between the sleepers
- summer rain







first frost - 
the buddleja 
bows out 

                        by Michael O'Brien







gentle, young man
two shades of lipstick
on one cheek 




a piece of rainbow
in the pond
within my reach

                        by Radhey Shiam [India]








sunset through trees-
with outstretched arms
their shadows dance

                        by Josh Bunin









her tongue ring...
all that is left
of my date


 


crickets chirping . . .
a bunch of blue-eyed boys tease
"Speakee Engrishee"

                       by Chen-ou Liu








hole
in my sweater...
sunrise






kicking rocks
I promise I wasn't
thinking of you...







sudden cold...
his kitten curls up
a little tighter






full moon...
I think I've shared 
too much of me






new moon
that dream...
where you don't appear






stuck in traffic
thunder rolls 
ahead






a playground..full of cold

                        by R.D. Bailey








early dawn—
morning glories
beginning to rise
 
 


the only thing
grandmother remembers …
cherry blossoms
 


 
floating in a cloud
of cherry blossoms—
pink balloons

                        by   Nancy Nitrio








fruitless tree
I think of nothing...
but you






that empty space...
tonight's stars
seem to fill

                       by R.D. Bailey








a string of berries
inside the palm
- her elegant neckline

                      by Anne Curran







cracks and cobwebs
all that's left
of our marriage






wind-chapped lips
and a red swollen nose -
he kisses me anyway
 
                      by Tracy Davidson (UK)
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
a single heron
disappears in the fog bank
winter solitude
 
                        by  Neal Whitman








autumn wind
the whole earth woven
into my hair

                         by Janet Lynn Davis
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
Toll of the bell --
where does
it end?
 
 
 
 
 
 
Cranking up
the dawn --
geese

                          by   Alexis Rotella
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
play kitchen
a catkin
curling in rain broth 

 


 
 
saving the bison
for last
animal crackers 
 
 



 
 
coffee bar
a toddler nods
to her sippy cup 
 
 
 


 
 
slurping back
the first oyster
cold gust 

                       by William E. Cooper
 
 
 
 
 
at the feeder
a blue jay brushes off
the chickadees
 
 
 
 
 
 
small town -
through  snow
the cat knows  the way
 
 
 


overcast
the starlings rise
without shadows 
               

                      by Jerry Dreesen
 
 
 
 
 


 
childhood lullaby
unfurling memories
old blanket
 
                      by  Michael King

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