worn driftwood–
a bird the river has carved
above the falls
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Barry George
Barry George is a regular contributor to the leading English-language haiku journals. His work has appeared in German, French, Romanian, and Japanese translations; in A New Resonance 2: Emerging Voices in English-Language Haiku (United States), and The New Haiku (United Kingdom); and in numerous annual Red Moon Anthologies. He has been a winner in the Gerald Brady, Betty Drevniok, Mainichi Daily News, and Kaji Aso Studio contests, as well as a Poetry Finalist for the Pew Fellowships in the Arts. A featured poet at the 2007 Robert Frost Poetry Festival in Key West, Florida, he lives in Philadelphia. View all posts by Barry George
very descriptive of ireland i thougth ta
hey Barry!
See you in Boston if you are going?
Loved how you have shown this image of a bird
carved in driftwood, actually, I have a piece
in one of my backyard gardens. This reminds
me of watching cloud-shapes; sort of.
Always,
Gene
Driftwood…
the surfer speaks wistfully
of a far away beach
Clean water of river
above a nest from the wood:
the bird’s blue eyes
worn, usually the condition of driftwood
somewhat repetitive. by it’s(driftwood) detachment from it’s formal self, gives rise to one’s imagination. good all in all
driftwood
the million ants run in death chambers
down the river
evolution
water and time warp
wood into art
driftwood —
cast ashore
my walks, lost in remembrance