-tanka-

held his head
hysteria abated.
i held his mental-
runnings collected

with tears.

-haiku-

sharpened my voice

prepared to sing the

cold shoulders you give.

-haiku-

laughter like grapes

bare-feet trailing through

the lost winds.

-sonku-

pagan tears

eroding

altars-

resolute

wonders that

sever sighs.

-haiku-

interim rock garden-

austere in my look

your water licks me

-haiku-

the new place traversed

silent footsteps rendering

journey, exciting.

-haiku-

my bath,

my cell-

textin amg suds.

-tanka-

with pic-axe and

zen like focus,

i chisel for

the stream of

meaning behind your words.

-haiku-

student,

learning ancient art

of being simple.

-tanka-

wiccan ritual...

carving you in trees,

stringing your smile

among autumnal

leaves.

-sonku-

forgive my

pagan ways.

forgive me

for wearing

you as an

amulet.

-haiku-

russett eyes

with measure steps

approaching the bough of my sighs.

-haiku-

it is with regret...

that i close my eyes against

your saffron image.

-haiku-

word-priest, keeper

of breath and sound.

high altar-my lips

-haiku-

nose wide opened

the scent of new africa-

natural looks good on you.

-haiku-

trying something new

nervous about the taste...it is

appealing-i bite.

-haiku-

morning...ingrained

mantra. ritual

prayers-stained glass words.

-tanka-

my mind

this split new

birth, chariots

carrying your brand

of seasoned living.

-haiku-

waltzed the

ripples of you

the waters of life.

-haiku-

this antique

stroll across

bandaged thoughts.

-haiku-

intersection of

King and Gerstner, cars in heat...

heated day pillages.

-haiku-

my sun-cup

the glare hides

negligent demons.

-haiku-

repel this heat

the rites of

the sun-children

-haiku-

it wasn't enough

you sashayed; your hips, fragrant

balinese dreamings.

-tanka-

offered your stone lips

the song of my acrylic

pores- offered you my

wild polynesian laughter,

let us slide down lukewarm nights.

©2011 -Spokesman