Futile Woke Morning

Gray foggy blanket 

Sudden cold front covering 

The homeland, frozen.

John Ciardi's Ways And Means, 1959

His 

How does a poem mean? 

Means asking it, needing 

Answers our ears clearly

Never expected 

To hear, that small bit 

Of time-traveling 

Universal matter making 

Its uncharted way 

Here, now piercing even 

The astounded ears 

Of the die-hard 

Hard-of-hearing.

 

Sleepwalker's Haiku

Full blue moon spilling

Through open window shutters--

You knee-deep in it.

 

Poetic Negative Relativity

To sit absolutely 

Quiet while writing 

Your thoughts down 

Means you are not thinking 

Out loud and clearly 

No one can hear you.

 

 

In Perpetual Remembrance

Everlasting storyteller
True to your fleeting 

Fly-by-night storyline
You said you'd be 

Here as long as your word was,
And sure enough 

You didn't keep it.