**************** Language to a writer is rare–each word like cellared, reserved wine. ******************* The writer plummets the river of language for nugget and gemstone.
Tag: Celestial Spheres
Old Woolen Red Coverlet
I wrote this poem in St. Petersburg, Russia, after hearing an old Russian soldier play marches on his accordion in the square. On his wool coat, he had pinned dozens of military medals he had won fighting for the ideals of Mother Russia.
haiku: unexpected
Aurora Borealis ******************** Out of the blue, a torrential wave overwhelmed unexpectedly. ********************* So passionate and deep and sweet the love that I flung open my heart. *********************
haiku: the moon tonight
****************** It’s still magic, that silver moon hanging in the dark with contancy. ******************** I feel the ages in your soft light, those who looked with wonder too. **********************
haiku: barren branches
******************* Lacy and austere at once–beautiful barren trees–winter’s mystique. ********************* Frost-covered branches, in winter-land magic, play music when jiggled. **********************
haiku: American Society 2007
I wrote these haiku on culture, choice, and contentment on the plane on our way to South America. ********************* Distinction comes in two ways: hardship or needles that carve a tattoo. ********************* Distinction is the gift of achievement or the piercing on a lip. ***********************
haiku: alone tonight
********************* Daughter off to work, and Daddy upstairs asleep, just Mama and tree. *********************
haiku: soaring
Last week we had a meeting in the Anatole Hilton. My soul feasted on the view from the 29th floor. The sky, clouds, buildings, maze of highways, and landscape took my breath away. Perspective makes all the difference. Everything looked completely different and new from that vantage point. The view mesmerized me. But it was the birds that…
haiku: one birthday two souls
My dad and I share the same birthday, which is November 6th. Quite a milestone, my dad turns 80 today. Thanks, Dad, for holding my hand through the journey. Here are a few haiku in honor of you. ************************ One birthday two souls twenty-four years between us daddy and daughter. ************************
haiku: texas autumn
red oak in my yard you are not the least bit red this November day.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 