Wednesday, April 24, 2013

tonsured poems

the last remnant hair falls
shaken loose from robed shoulders
a little more grey this time

little baby monk hands rub
laughing at the stubble feel
then a kiss 
on this funny monk head

Sunday, April 14, 2013


far off
just at the limit
of tired temple dog legs
a clearing

sun beams
cut the very sky
cloud splitting heaven
chords spill

it ends
a blink of an eye moment
less than a scientific second
a few tears roll

the monk
gathers the remnant notes
a small gleaning of glory

late spring haiku

white pine wandering
quick steps n'hops
over slushy rivulets

Friday, April 5, 2013


head foggy thick
early morning
deep dream muddled

shake those lingering dreams
out and away
with a strong french roast

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Anvil Poem

sledge hammer swings
big thunder cracks
metal heats good n'hot

sweat beads flow
soaking hem deep
hammer raised high

weight crashes down
dust cloud flies - swirls
hammer head splits