Words, words …
Sometimes I get tired of talking and listening, and sometimes I can’t write, but I never seem to be tired of reading.
At the beginning of the year I borrowed some haiku books from a fellow poet and am only now about to return them (thank goodness he’s not charging me overdue fees). As I was taking a last look through them, I thought I’d share some poems that caught my imagination.
cicadas …
gradually
sensing the earth
– Kenji Takemoto (1933 – )
kaleidoscope
the little sound of a star
shattering
– Ellen Compton, read an essay about Ellen and her work.
November evening –
the faintest tick of snow
upon the cornstalks
– John Wills (1921-1993), read an essay about John and his work.
And one from Volume 15 of The Heron’s Nest annual paper anthology (still some copies available):
forsythia
please say it
again
– Yu Chang
breath, a collection of haiku 