A sponaneously composed poem
Where did all our countries go?
A spontaneously composed poem…
up against a wall
as next way forward
when most of us are gone
who will be left
to read these haiku?!
“Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. (1918-2008) The following is the Introduction to ALEXANDER SOLZHENITSYN’S Warning to the West, Speeches, 1975-6 given whilst he was an exile from his homeland and living in Montpelier Vermont. He returned to Russia soon after the collapse of theContinue reading “Article 44 A realm beyond words”
Mushrooms march ‘cross vistas of subterranean consciousness Embodying dreams of silent, flowering conquest With soft flesh of fecund purpose. #7 10/29/21
He: scuffing a forlorn boot on wasteland gravel She: waiting by the river for Lothlorien Prince We: waiting for hope to prove worthy not traitorous (After pasting in the above cornfields painting for this haiku on a whim, another arose now published as #6.)
Gossamer thin she walks like willow Bitter sweet church bells sing out Sunday Our times are fading from memory.
Rough rider Mexican street dogs sniff and bark Old beaters* nimbly navigate rough-shod pot-holes Wait! Where did the pandemic I just forgot go?! * beater = beat-up old car