Tag: haiku

Tools

I own a handsaw I bought it at the hardware It hangs on a hook      

Mane

Ten thousand brushes In hands blessed with genius Cannot paint the light

Boxed

Dad’s signature dish Dad’s fifth wheel apology Dad’s coping after  

Slats

Fenced-in hound barking Hungering, listening sharp Free dogs prancing by   ______________ Photo: Tim Mossholder

1966

We couldn’t wear pants It wasn’t allowed, just skirts That’s how it was, then __________________________ Photo: Nastya Polyakova    

Little Truths

Old women know things Hidden life jackets, escapes Codes to ancient safes   _______________ Photo: Jez Timms          

Ripe

Yellow just for now Each piece ready for taking Don’t wait the message

Drop

Green is as it does First love, heart, rolling carpet Our home in a drop   ___________ Photo: 贝莉儿 NG, Unsplash

Homesick for a Hot Place

Two lanes, U.S. 1 Thin black ribbon to Key West Night travel is best

Street Sign

Wring the most from life My mother didn’t say that It was some stranger