Haiku 3

Haiku march 20, 2012

Embrace the first warmth
ageless and wordless breezes
that turn each season

Willows’ gold branches
stitched across the grey brown fields
sun warm days of March.

If you see my love,
the one I haven’t met yet
speak my dreams of him.

Fell one night for her
Fell into an unknown life
bright falling stars

Venus and Jupiter
poking holes in the march night
sky wrapped around us

—— #haiku #worldpoetryday

March 21, 2012

speaking poetry
the language of the world wide
the web between us (12:19 AM)

From the stacks of stash,
the pitiful pile of browns
unearths perfect gems (12:23)

Dug through stacks of stash,
piled up pitiful browns,
and rare, perfect gems. (1:19)

teach technology
it’s what I do, try I can
happiness to man

teach technology
leave out theology
it’s what I do, try I can
to make it less painful
more happy, more human.

coffee, second cup
the world’s news casts a darkness.
strive to blow it away.

haiku version of Oxford request: job related poem:

teach technology
it’s what I do, try I can
happiness to man

Dug through stacks of stash,
piled up pitiful browns,
and rare, perfect gems.

speaking poetry
the language of the world wide
the web between us.

How right that Twitter
and World Poetry Day share
March twenty-first, huh?
#haiku #worldpoetryday #hashtag

I see birches bent down
I recite the words as I drive
Thank you Robert Frost.

The world’s poetry
we share year-round and today.
Reading, writing: you.

Where to start? The new
fabrics stacked, strips, squares await.
Ready to sew squares?

The moment of starting
The loss of potential looms
falling to the act.