the path of the sun

 

 

there not there

sunlight on gossamer. . .

by whose hands

are these years spun and measured,

clipped for all time?

~

your love

is the blood of sunset

seeping

through the veins

of my sky

~

 

two tanka for Svetlana:

 
butterflies

braiding the cornfield

flowers

find wings in words

follow the path of the sun

~

this hour

of struts and frets…

stirring deep

in the body of darkness

strains of a sweeter song

 

——

 

after I’m gone…

layer upon layer

of winged words

that settled

while the dust gathered

~

between stones

and crests of foam…

downriver

from the weir of this day

to bathe with dippers  

~

a beetle 

deep in the tangled core

of a field poppy…

in the tissue folds of sleep

the pollen of my dreams

~

still I hide them

once raw weals now silver-pale…

at the landfill

warblers and whitethroats

sing nature back home

~

a lone swift

between dust clouds

and blue marble…

a scalpel

in the sculptor’s hand

~

a long life

lived well…

smoke trail

a crane drifts by

the viewfinder of a dream

~

31st July – 6th August (inclusive) my 3rd set of haiku as a contributor for cycle 11, summer 2011 at DailyHaiku: http://www.dailyhaiku.org/haiku/2011-july-31

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. kirigirisu
    Aug 15, 2011 @ 13:44:15

    A glorious selection, Claire.

    Reply

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