herald–
her damaged heart,
unfurled wings yet to fly,
lightning rampant upon a field,
verdant
——
floating and leaving no trace
herald–
her damaged heart,
unfurled wings yet to fly,
lightning rampant upon a field,
verdant
——
watching for hours
slowly, slowly without wings
the orange moon flies
——
So, I usually write a haiku on Friday. I love the form and I try to read a lot of the classic poets (in translation–my Japanese is practically illiteracy). Since I wrote a funny poem poem, I thought I should look for a humorous poem from one of the masters.
The fly on the porch
while rubbing its hands–
swat!
Issa
from Haiku Humor: Wit and Folly in Japanese Poems and Prints
By Stephen Addiss
with Fumiko and Akira Yamamoto
(I love the haiku books edited/translated by Addiss and published by Weatherhill/Shambhala. Many are out of print, but if you can find them, snatch them up.)