hyphen between dates
my father's life
Friday, May 8, 2009
birdwatchers
birdwatchers
scrambling off the bus
wild turkeys
Honorable Mention
Moonset Senryu Contest
Moonset Spring/Summer 2009
pussywillow
pussywillow
I wear my mother's smile
looking for a vase
Third Place
2008 Kusamakura Haiku Competition
Monday, August 18, 2008
Four Senryu
rejected haiku
a fly buzzes
at the window
river plantation
clouds of mosquitoes
running
elevator
a quick kiss
before doors open
restless night
the cat sleeps
on my chest
a fly buzzes
at the window
river plantation
clouds of mosquitoes
running
elevator
a quick kiss
before doors open
restless night
the cat sleeps
on my chest
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Haibun - Crescent Lake
We stay on the remote lake in a rustic cabin. Most of the time when we are not hiking the woodland trails, we spend sitting on the porch gazing at the silvery water.
September
call of a loon
silence
September
call of a loon
silence
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Free Verse - The Clandestine Life of the Burrowing Owl
Burrowing Owls are found in open, dry grasslands, agricultural and range lands, and desert habitats often associated with burrowing animals, particularly prairie dogs, ground squirrels and badgers.
Yes, I love a hole in the ground
(I didn't even dig it.)
but also circle and suddenly
swoop down on small scampering things
like Vole or Mouse
or listen for the faint susurrus
of Dragon's tiny wings.
Avoiding birdwatchers
(Homo Binocularis)
That's the big problem,
I mean how can you hide
from snakes and hawks,
much less sleep a little
when a busload of birders
roars by stopping to point
out Badger's old burrow
while waiting for you to get up
and perch on a pasture post.
What's to be done?
They've studied you,
They know all your habits
and will out your burrow,
you can't really hide.
(Does the Legion accept owls?)
Then, I forget that when made
by God, evolution or both
I promised to define the sky
while steadfastly ensconced
in the beautiful earth.
© 2008-9 Thomas James Martin
Yes, I love a hole in the ground
(I didn't even dig it.)
but also circle and suddenly
swoop down on small scampering things
like Vole or Mouse
or listen for the faint susurrus
of Dragon's tiny wings.
Avoiding birdwatchers
(Homo Binocularis)
That's the big problem,
I mean how can you hide
from snakes and hawks,
much less sleep a little
when a busload of birders
roars by stopping to point
out Badger's old burrow
while waiting for you to get up
and perch on a pasture post.
What's to be done?
They've studied you,
They know all your habits
and will out your burrow,
you can't really hide.
(Does the Legion accept owls?)
Then, I forget that when made
by God, evolution or both
I promised to define the sky
while steadfastly ensconced
in the beautiful earth.
© 2008-9 Thomas James Martin
Published Magnapoets Journal, January 2009
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