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February 2007 Issue VII:1

Haiku/Senryu

marlene mountain

the weather its scattered mood
 
autumn catches up the colors of rust behind the shed
 
on the brink another christian war

 

Dru Philippou

   
a flare of birches
the way the river
quenches the light
 
blooming jasmine
a final shift
of the weathered trellis

 
lilac fragrance
not yet shaped
by the wind

   

 

Jeffrey Winke

crescent moon
in its dark hollow
thoughts recede

   
  shadows
layer themselves
tight doorway
 
    behind that
smirking face
her skull

 

Helen Buckingham

   
Leonids night . . .
picking a pomegranate
clean
 
autumn cancelled -                  
blossom on the line

 
church cactus
observing
its own advent

   

 

Martin Gottlieb Cohen

winter sunlight curls into the surf

 
 

winter rain
buzzards drip
from the water tower

 
 

the sounds of mallards fall to the next pond

 

Patrick Sweeney

    tang of scallions
will I
be missed
  heat of day. . .
little trouble to save
the green spider

 
today I let
the heron
cross the sky

   

 

john martone

a fossil
    turned
         to face you
   
  3 mushrooms
    my color
 
    one stone
reached out
to you

 

Marie Summers

   
mid-spring . . .
the walls swell
under new paint
 
Easter morning . . .
her shadow finds
the egg
 
your softness
I fall
into you
   

 

George Swede

trapped in a tree
the white plastic bag stretches
to where the clouds go
   
  sunset . . .
the eastern sky evokes
more memories

 
    morning after
the wind has blown all the clouds
into my head

 

Robbie Gamble

 

cold rain all day inside twilight deepening
 
All Saints' Day
sweeping up glitter
from her halo
 
squad car echoing blue off the yoga studio  

 

Anatoly Kudryavitsky

bamboo stems-
their memories
of the sun
   
exploring a length of breath autumn wind
   
an aspen
outside the Deutsche Bank
counting its leaves

 

Dhugal Lindsay

 

薄明の男は島よ石榴食ふ
hakumei-no otoko-wa shima-yo zakuro kuu

in the dim light
I am an island. . . picking at
a pomegranate

 

 

葱剥くや肢の包帯中の肉
negi muku-ya e-no houtaijuu-no niku

peeling a shallot...
the meat that lies within
my bandaged limb

 

 

荒梅雨の水母かけらとなり泳ぐ
arazuyu-no kurage kakera-to nari oyogu

gusts of plum rain
a piece of broken jellyfish
still swims

 

 

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