Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Revels in Rhyme

Alliteration

Toe steps strut on stage
Or show horse trots:
Sure sharp a signage
of grace in beholden catch


In the Tropics

The sun here bakes us brown
whose blaze may bald our crown

A Scent Remembered

From nowhere it brings you here,
the past that brooks no future.

What was it that  we lost, my dear?
What bond, what magic, what allure?

Whose words these are

I think I know -- even as
his poems come and go:
it's that voice no other has
it's that soul that seeks me so

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Haiku after rain

leftover tears drip
down valley of unkissed cheeks
as skin remembers