as far as i can recall, unless i was
under the influence of something that made everything move, the stars appeared stationary to the naked eye, unless of course one was falling.
what passes for poetry today
is a curious matter, especially
to one who’s come back from
the dead.
all of a sudden
a shoting star…
indeed whose?!
Beautifully still !
Brilliant! Nicely written haiku.
this hot day
everything still
but me
Key West
This is really lovely, Jason. One of my favorites.
winter silence
a star falls
from the sky
starry night
such a long way
to spring
starry walk
‘longside the pond
quieter than usual–
‘cept basho’s frog
Dark the night
beside the bay
longing for
the shooting star
Thanks to everyone for responding! Happy New Year,
Jason
this cold night
nothing moves
but stars
(Jason Stanford Brown)
“The Cold Night
It is cold. The white moon
is up among her scattered stars–
…”
(William Carlos Williams)
shooting star
shining silver thread for
Lady Night’s kimono
for a moment there
thought stars were slipping-
night airplane
-kala
a winter night’s draft
wrests the candle’s flame
stars fill my window
_M
Anne, What a lovely kimona that might be.
Judith
Great haiku! I’ve known the feeling, especially under a vast Queensland nightsky!
Nice haiku very imaginative :)
winter night –
only the stars
to keep me warm
“nothing moves
but a falling star”
“nothing moves
but falling stars”
as far as i can recall, unless i was
under the influence of something that made everything move, the stars appeared stationary to the naked eye, unless of course one was falling.
what passes for poetry today
is a curious matter, especially
to one who’s come back from
the dead.