lost in the desert–
the August moon
fills up the sky
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Deborah P Kolodji
Deborah P Kolodji moderates the Southern California Haiku Study Group, which meets monthly in Pasadena, CA at the Pacific Asia Museum. A former president of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, she is the California Regional Coordinator of the Haiku Society of America. She has published over 800 haiku.
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debbie, how time, without perception, passes us by.
i get to say hi once more, if only because of tinywords. was it only (yesterday), i was reading your “bareroot rose”; even then, almost a year had to pass for my reply; seems to be the way for lasting friendship…
poe’s raven comes to mind
–
where this august night
the moon
can’t seem to make up it’s mind
j.e. stanley, i framed your words. people find fault in my pleading “poetic license”.
i’m glad to know there’s at least one other who tends to be creative rather than following that staid path seen too often these days.(i was winded after typing that sentence)
–
on the footpath
through the shadowy forest
through the pines
peers the moon
moon questions
quiver on the pond
owls answer
Deborah… inspirational words_!
deb,
it’s nice to see you also on Tinywords… your beautiful ku reminds me an old and “unhinged” of mine:
loneliness…
on snowy fields
moonlight
Hi Deb,
Beautiful haiku (as always). It made me think of one I wrote a while back:
Half moon flickering
in the river below …
suddenly, your face!
debbie, how time, without perception, passes us by.
i get to say hi once more, if only because of tinywords. was it only (yesterday), i was reading your “bareroot rose”; even then, almost a year had to pass for my reply; seems to be the way for lasting friendship…
poe’s raven comes to mind
–
where this august night
the moon
can’t seem to make up it’s mind
evermore
just me
Very nice haiku.
I wrote this little poem after reading yours:
modest impact craters-
my bootprints
on her desert moon
And yes, I know “bootprints” is not a valid word but I do tend to abuse my poetic license quite a bit.
I fly to the moon
my shadow stays below.
j.e. stanley, i framed your words. people find fault in my pleading “poetic license”.
i’m glad to know there’s at least one other who tends to be creative rather than following that staid path seen too often these days.(i was winded after typing that sentence)
–
on the footpath
through the shadowy forest
through the pines
peers the moon
dog day morning
found in 3rd cup of black coffee
rapid heartbeats