The Way Forward

Sometimes standing still,
stopping to hear the inside,
starts the way forward.

Small Miracles

When a miracle
unfolds in one small moment
do you notice it?

black sheep

Heavy eyelids fall
like sticky dark wool of night
waiting for a dream.

lazy blanket

The lazy blanket
of a summer afternoon
invites me to nap.

Time’s River

Days stretch long and wide
as water from time’s river
pushes us onward.

form

studying sonnets
lyric: elegies and odes
still, write senryu

possibility

beneath the surface
possibility swimming
ready to push through

capture

Why would you want to
capture a miracle by
building a word cage?

A Listening Heart

Is there any sound
more soothing than the beat of
a listening heart?

invitation

Are you waiting for
the future to invite you
to your own party?

hope

Can you hear the sound
of the day waking up and
offering you hope?

something new - the senryu

I am the haiku,
perhaps the most popular
of all the poems.

How do you know me?
Count first to five, then seven,
back to five...the end.

I should talk about
nature. But today, I am
breaking all the rules.

Here is a secret.
In truth, I am called senryu.
You can look me up.

Just because I’m nice —
here is a great article
about me, senryu.