poems speak like otters
on their backs cracking clams
always opening
–
last night in a Dream
I was running on all fours
Earth read my fortune
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emblazoned in song
wolves howling in moonlit snow
a map of my heart
a small paper for a small planet
poems speak like otters
on their backs cracking clams
always opening
–
last night in a Dream
I was running on all fours
Earth read my fortune
–
emblazoned in song
wolves howling in moonlit snow
a map of my heart
T H Savaht moved to Oregon in 2010. A healing arts practitioner, T H has studied with indigenous people in Siberia and South America. He began writing poetry in earnest while studying and eating moon pies at The Evergreen State College in Olympia, Washington. He is also the author of Ebon Chronicles, a self help guide disguised as a vampire novel. He currently resides in Norway, crafting stories and skipping stones on the fjord.
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Vinny Ferrau says
Ok, so the first one isn’t a Haiku, it’s got 6 syllables in the 2nd line….I can’t even follow simple directions 😉 Lets call it a “Myku” and go get some soup….Enjoy
Watt Childress says
I love your poems, Vinny. Here’s a ditty from a dude named Basho, who’s probably the patriarch of haiku.
Autumn moonlight-
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
Did Basho say to himself, while chewing on his brush – “that’s just perfect, but crap, the first two lines don’t follow the 5-7-5 rules?”
No doubt the rules apply differently in Japanese than they do in English, but it shouldn’t matter much. Digging carefully, the silent worm need not fuss over sound units.