Haiku: Know Thy Inner Sanctum, Wretch

Thrice anguishing he 

Who laughs out loud at himself 

While crying within.

 

 

 

Of The Poets At Sixth Street And Pine

With all those subtle 

And not so 

 

Subtle nuances 

Of their meanings, 

 

Do they not signal 

Another kind 

 

Of sensibility toward things 

That really matter? Say 

 

Displaying a sixth sense 

Of knowing just where 

 

To turn at every junction, 

And signaling 

 

Their intentions years beforehand 

By bursting headfirst naked 

 

Into an unsuspecting other world

Lost in time.

 

After Wendell Berry

Do not shy away— 

Those little words that 

Come out of silences, 

Make them hear what 

You have to say. 

 

 

 

Haiku: Twisted Sense Of Humor

Artful you thought it 

Funny everybody was 

Not tied up in knots. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haiku: An Open Book

More moving than that

One we know you read without 

Turning the pages.