May 26, 2018

The summer sun, like
a leaf blowing, like a lip
swelling, turning red–

in and out of life
the sky darkens into  rain—
No birds until now.


4 Responses to “Two HAIKU”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    Thomas, it’s so nice to hear from you. I’m at funeral service for my wife’s uncle. He was 100 when he died and he had a good life. This was the person who sponsored my wife’s family when he they came from China. Odd how people influence the world. He doesn’t make it the possible for my wife to come to New York we never meet Yet he certainly did not have anything like this in his mind. Well Uncle chuck thank you.
    I keep saying I’m going to get back into poetry but the fact remains that I continue to draw compulsively. I’ve been producing at least a picture a day for many months now. A lot of them don’t photograph well so I haven’t posted ed them on my site. And I haven’t looked at your stuff in a long time. I promise to rectify that situation as soon as possible. One thing I have read with much delight is the dragon book (sorry forget the exact title.) it’s really quite good. The opening poem is about as good as anything you have with written. bravo. I am glad you liked my haikus. Encompass the reason life exists on earth, huh.

  2. Thomas Davis Says:

    I am sorry I have been missing so much, Jim. These are wonderful haiku. The first one’s ending is perfect and gives a strange image. The second one encompasses the reason life exists on earth.

  3. extrasimile Says:

    You know, John, of the two I think I prefer the second formulation. The ‘peek’ between the images is, I think, more accurate. (And besides, ‘peak’ and ‘pique’ work rather well as alternative fill in the blanks.) I’d like to get back into poetry. I’m trying to situate myself to be open again to the poetry of the world. Maybe this little poem will help. By the way, is it one poem or two?
    By the way, I tried to go to Anna mark blog the other day and found it had been taken down. I hope she is all right.

  4. John Looker Says:

    That closing line comes as a surprise Jim – and sent me back to reread and reread, and then sit pondering. It’s the old magic in your poems, the space between words, or the peek between images.

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