Haikuism

Jackson Po***ck sky—
drips of light across the dark
as fireworks explode

Rain on the skylight,
gurgle of our old gutters—
my bones know the month
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by Ry Beville on Haikuism

wandering these streets—
the heart remembers the way
it once loved before

by Sugarplumwine on Haikuism

Talk of quarantine—
happily a prisoner
to all of my books

(by Ry Beville on Haikuism)

Rock, snow, evergreen–
the evenness of time
in remote mountains

(by Sugarplumwine on Haikuism)

churning maw of white–
our memories plunging deep,
emerging downstream

(by Ry Beville on Haikuism)

blackberry picking–
our lips a vampire crimson,
our hands dyed twilight

(by Ry Beville on Haikuism)

Cracks in the sidewalk
green with moss after spring rains
that never ended

by Sugarplumwine on Haikuism

old dripping gutters—
a chorus of metronomes
to night’s slow music

by Ry Beville

phone booth in redwoods,
long ago E.T. left us
to our destruction.

(by Ry Beville on Haikuism)

Unscrewing this cap,
thinking of when we last drank
while I pour alone

(by Lenny Zen)