MICHIGAN PUEBLO part iii

snow shower —
a plate of fries
drenched in salt

snow shower —
i am drowned in it
spilt salt

snowflakes —
at finger tips
salted fries

noticing
the weight of snowflakes
poured salt

such an accumulation
of sunshine…
squeezed mustard

golden sunset
drips down…
squeezed mustard

sun on the horizon…
a dollop of mustard
rises

evening sun
sitting for a while…
a dollop of mustard

dwindling sunshine
the mustard drips slowly
from the bottle

dappled sunlight
a long burst of mustard
from the bottle

April Work Observations

Oh, the poetic things and creative epic events one can observe while working 12 hours or more during a busy weekend shift. As a reflection of my weekly work schedule, lets say that time truly is but a blur when the world about you is rushing by in serving foods, packaging foods and finally, consuming foods to oneself and to others, obviously. 😉


gazing at
a lump of cooked rice
full moon

snowball
a lump of cooked rice
in a baby’s hands

snowflakes
a split bag of rice
spills over

full moon—
white dinner plates
being piled up

moon viewing—   
boiled rice rises
then slips down

dinner plates
being piled up…
moonrise

full moon I pour a cup of milk

full moon to eat a boiled egg

APRIL SURPRISES part ii…

72 hours until May 01, 2022. 72 hours and what do I see?! Snow!? Blinding snow! Wet snow. Freezing to the touch -snow!? I say blah’ to the last of 2022, late winter’s snow. And with this late winter’ snow, here are a few last minute Winter Haiku.

winter moon
the slow close
of a scrapped poem

falling snow ―
desert horses
charge down the riverbank

7 am
late winter’s snow
on the rooftops

unexpected snow…
scrapped poems
rearrange themselves

April Surprises…

On April 20, 2022, of this year, obviously, I took a New Year’s walk with my little love, Lola. She is nearly 14 years old this October 2022. Anyway, before our daily walks, since there is no rain, I was allowed by Mother Nature to make the following observations of my Lola and other natural things, during and after our daily walks. I hope you, reader(s) enjoy the happiness and surprises that we encountered on that day. If I had my camera in hand, I would have taken a quick photo, but of course, the snake in its travels, moved swifter than I could. 😉

before our walk…

teacup chihuahua
the sunshine is ahead
of the sunrise

teacup chihuahua
her shiny coat
ahead of the sunshine

sunshine—
teacup chihuahua
a sunny spot moves
around the apartment

during our walk…

sunrise
a gardener snake
rises itself from the grass

sunrise—
as the gold snake rises
from the grass

the gardener snake rises
suddenly, swiftly
april sunrise

after our walk…

sunshine
my chihuahua rests
on the sofa

sunshine—
sleepy chihuahua
stays in bed sulking
for a short while

sleeping chihuahua…
where a soft light shines
peeking
from the blankets

105 Days And Counting

April 20, 2022…

Topic of Haiku – Writing Poems

writing, writing, writing
it’s like watching
soaring kites

manuscripts—
making snowballs
then letting them fly

paper balloons
I know they wont keep
scrapped poems

spring snowflakes—
if I could catch them
tossed poems

snowflakes
with spring warmth—
tossed poems

cloudless sky
when scrapped poems fall
from my hand

spring clouds
scrapped poems
start to crumble

snowballs—
tossed poems
being piled up

105 Days And Counting

April 19, 2022…

Topic of Haiku – April Fool’s Day

fresh snow
after I see off
April Fool’s Day

19 days later
snow on the earth
April Fool’s Day

April Fool’s Day
snow accumulating
19 days later

grass buds shooting up—
colder than snow
April Fool’s Day

there are roses
where snow falls
April Fool’s Day

blooming tulips
the sighting of raging flames—
April Fool’s Day

snow falls
it falls rather than
raindrops
April Fool’s Day

April blizzard—
days without
reading or writing Haiku

night snow
on the ground
April Fool’s Day

April snow—
the colors of spring
change suddenly

105 Days And Counting…

April 12, 2022…

Topic of Haiku – Lies

lies and truths
in depth of one day
snow accumulations (1a)

lies and truth
in the depth of one day
accumulated snow (1b)

colorful lies
as many as the number
of spring flowers

autumn deepens
so too
number of the lies

depth of snow
old lies come
in the number of flakes (4a)

depth of snow
all lies come
in the number of flakes (4b)

avalanche —
old lies
suddenly pile ups

deepening winter
their number increases…
old lies (6a)

deepening winter
their number increases…
all lies (6b)

avalanche as many lies as many old lies as new lies

*100 days, possible 105 days until my 42nd birthday. I am trying to see how many new Haiku I can accumulate before the big day. 😉

MUCKY-MUCK MONDAYS

@ madasahatter572 only…

each time I dip my brush
with sumi-ink scent
the interior of the universe
reveals itself

@ SENRYU CIRCLE…

all his words
coming back to me—
whiteout

@ BUDS OF HAIKU…

a dab of butter
melting on the pancakes
winter sunny spot

@ SENRYU & KYOKA…

all his words
coming back to me—
whiteout

@ VIRTUAL HAIKU…

Karla Decker’s Original Haiku…

one long ribbon
becomes a hundred
snip snip

inspired by Karla Decker’s Haiku…

snowflakes
breaking to pieces
long white ribbon

AND

winter moon
the night flight
of a crane-shaped ribbon