Month: September 2024

DRIZZLIN SUNDAYS VI

blueberries
lips just touching
night stars

summer stars…
the yellow pansies
in the village this year

yellow butterfly
flits and flutters…
spotty sunshine

mum’s nose ring…
giggling baby peeps at
mid-summer sunshine

mum’s nose ring
seen for a while…
mid-summer’s sunshine

sinking sun
mum’s saree slips
deeper into wash basin

sinking sun
mum’s saree slips
from my fingers

winter coldness
my ears become familiar
to my wife’s lies

summer sunshine
mum goes out to buy
a handful of new sarees

folding a yellow slip
of thickened silk
summer sunshine

summer sunshine!
mum’s new saree
has arrived

full moon!
mum’s new saree
has arrived

boxed saree—
a new full moon is delivered
to mum

DRIZZLIN’ SUNDAYS V

heat advisory
skilled courtesan peeks
over her bare shoulder

loose kimono
hangs from her shoulder
thin summer heat

noonday heat
summer kimono sash falls
into a heap

summer blizzard—
washing her treasured
kimonos

drying kimonos
afar there is
a spring rainbow

Okazaki courtesan
is bent with age…
winter sunset

Osaka courtesan
takes her final stand…
winter moonlight

severe winter−
stumbling courtesan
slowly loses her coordination

severe winter−
skilled courtesan loses
herself

DRIZZLIN’ SUNDAYS IV

Haibun…

a return to the work and grind leaves little time for Poetries. where might i find a bit of respite from the demanding work-world?! during my supposed lunch/dinner breaks, of course 😉

puffing up from
the work machine…
summer cloud

Haiku…

eyeing rising tides
so clearly…
tilted water-bottle

rising
inside tipped water-bottle
mini-tsunami

a sound of ocean waves−
i drink bottled water
at my work station

at the tip of the
tilted water-bottle…
lapping waves

Milky Way−
a cup of coffee
and biscuits

feeling thickness
of cosmos upon my lips
steaming coffee

steaming coffee
cupping the cosmoses’ color
in size of a paper cup

rushing percolator…
eyeing
night’s black rain(drops)

watching condense supernova
in plain sight…
percolating coffee maker

DRIZZLIN’ SUNDAYS iii

Today, at least here in the U.S., we celebrate Labor Day. I say that we celebrate Family Day instead. For where would be without our Grandsires and Grandmothers?

Haibun…

Mothers labor. Fathers toil. Grandmothers spin yarn, while Grandfathers with steady hands whittle little wooden trinkets. Happy, giggling aunts tell jokes as adventurous uncles trek-off taking little ones camping.

This Labor Day, i say to ALL parents of yesterday, today and tomorrow…

Thank You for your timeless and limitless services.

full moon−
a sleeping child
against a beating heart

Haiku…

crescent moon–
in my arms
i charged through the flames

with happy fingers
casting day-birds
upon the walls

soft sound
of Mum’s lullaby…
rushing river

little rabbit
so swiftly it jumps
from Papa’s fingers

the ocean’s blue
in plain sight…
grandmum’s eyes

snowy peak
giggling baby eyes
grandpapa’s bald head

spring mountains–
fathers and sons
form a line

skilled hands
grandmother teaches her daughters
fan dance

spring thunder–
grandpapa’s soft snores
faintly heard

DRIZZLIN’ SUNDAY II

Haibun…

it’s 4.55am, late Wednesday night, upon my bedroom walls, ethereal clouds form from my store-purchased humidifier. i switch on my table-light hoping to capture their Beauty via my camera phone. do man-made clouds experience the same Fate as Heaven-made clouds, i wonder as they take upon the weight of my camera-phone’s light.

Cirrus clouds–
late night humidifier rushes
on and on

Haiku…

rushing humidifier…
a cloudy day
within bedroom walls

late-night humidifier
so bright
faraway clouds

steadily floating
with a neon-blue glow
Cumulus clouds

rushing humidifier…
Cirrus clouds move away
in straight lines

buzzing humidifier
a hazy ceiling
of Cirrostratus clouds

late-night humidifier…
i look upon
Cirrocumulus clouds

out of the humidifier
distorted little
Cirrostratus clouds

buzzing humidifier
Cumulus clouds
puffing up

chugging humidifier
Cumulus clouds puffing away
to the nether world