A Poet's Vacation Message
My Dear Readers/Poets:
a sickle moon
at the attic window . . .
layer by layer
Vincent's ghost peels
the crust from my night
In the back of my mind echo his words, "Every day is a journey, and the journey itself home."
In a few hours, I'll embark on a journey into the land of Starry Night, and, hopefully, I'll be back in shape on May 26th.
The following is the 2-week poetic food supply:
Editor’s Choice Haiku / Tanka
And my haiku sequence, which was written after my 2012 Spain trip:
Journey through the Land of Melting Clocks
anything new
under the Barcelona sun
Casa Milà
a line of tapas
where does her love begin
and my desire end?
the full moon
at La Sagrada Família
unfinished me
Occupy Madrid
returning
to my mother tongue
Seville Cathedral
above a sea of heads
chirping swallow
Dante in Thought
is it possible to take
refuge in poetry
Dalí painting
on my water-stained wall
hometown memories
Modern Haiku, 44:1, Winter/Spring 2013
And my haiku sequence, which was written after my 2012 Spain trip:
Journey through the Land of Melting Clocks
anything new
under the Barcelona sun
Casa Milà
a line of tapas
where does her love begin
and my desire end?
the full moon
at La Sagrada Família
unfinished me
Occupy Madrid
returning
to my mother tongue
Seville Cathedral
above a sea of heads
chirping swallow
Dante in Thought
is it possible to take
refuge in poetry
Dalí painting
on my water-stained wall
hometown memories
Modern Haiku, 44:1, Winter/Spring 2013
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