Late Post: September 28th Haibun

The Way of Wheels

I have no idea why I keep counting, but they are there as if to say, "I'm important too!" They are dark discarded wedges, like curled up cobras (perhaps more like an ouroboros as we take the same route to and from the many places we go each day), or like pieces of doughnut in the middle of the road or highway. Some have frayed ends like thistledown, or have blown up like bits of confetti or myrtle blossoms after the guests are long gone. Some are next to rusted rims and cubed pebbles of glass, and some others have skid marks that point to them like where "X" marks the spot as if there's an accident because the driver is too drunk to notice the world and pay attention to the color-coded sky of red and green against the hungry stars.

late September
steering away from the cracks
in the road
the fall of my thoughts
at the water fountain


*Written 9/28/2011; revised 9/30/2011.
(Written for the Writing as Spiritual Practice E-course and WOWH's Mindful Writing Prompt #16.)

Stones for Today (7/05/2011)

pitter-patter, pitter-patter
tiny bubbles tapping
like raindrops
inside the Coca Cola can

***

at the edge
of robin song...
a crumbling pine cone

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the last offering
of a pine cone
before the fallen limbs...
the pencil-tree

***

crumbling
into the penciled shadows
of tree limbs...
a pine cone

***

through the gingko-shaped leaves
the woody sweetness
of silence

***

the tangy softness
of the sun
on my tongue...
this nectarine
even better than a kiss!


(Written for The Art of Paying Attention E-course and the Mindful Writing Prompt #6.)

Walking in Downtown

For a moment, the drooping yellow-singed trees smelled like a shelter of wet dogs.

***

such urgency...
cicada songs pulse
with each passing ambulance

***

clammy thoughts cling to my skin

***

gentle breeze...
the memory of your kisses
along my spine


(Written for The Art of Paying Attention E-course and the Mindful Writing Prompt #4.)

Listen...

cupped in my hands
pieces of you
like heavy raindrops
falling aimlessly
from the eaves


(Written for The Art of Paying Attention E-course and the Mindful Writing Prompt #4.)