The Haiku

The Haiku: it's too
Bloody short for poetry.
Damn! Out of sylla-

Her Lies

My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
My Bonnie lies over the sea.
I would do anything for my Bonnie,
'Tis a pity she wouldn't for me.

Autumn - Haiku

In Fall, the dead tree
Reaches its arms to the sky
As if to ask, "Why?"

Clouds -- 3 Haikus

Eastward -- The clouds move
Eastward -- Where I wish I was
But fear holds me back.

Eastward -- The clouds warn
Eastward -- Which I know too well
But pain holds me back.

Eastward -- The clouds call
Eastward -- Where you're there for me
But life holds me back.

--Winter 1995