not an ode to haiku [9/85]
no intentional poetic devices in my poems
sure i know what kind of haiku sells
there’re always those who mess up the going thing
art of course has no rules to break
Archive for August, 2010
silken
A pie tin of sparrows taking millet and yellow light in the late July afternoon. Muskrat taking its water young home across sharp rocks as if silken, plunging deeper, disappear. Everything germinated and growing, except a week ago, a blue jay, fallen back in his own arms, head turned to the right, eyes glinting from his soft pillow of death as if he’d been…well, loved. Belly and breast, mounds of song caved in now, pillaged flat against the faded blue shoulders. Feathered fishbones expose their stilled harp
the ruddy sun sets
a sparrow’s feather
left behind
~ Video created by Christoph Jantos (Berlin/Germany) Masahiro Mogari (Tokyo) and Marçal Cuberta Junca (Girona/Spain)
Listen, my child, to the silence.
It’s an undulating silence,
a silence
that brings valleys and echoes down
and bows foreheads
to the ground.