Tiznit HaikuIn the roadside trash to celebrate the spring crickets brightly singTiznit Haiku
sleek pouting peacocks, their jeweled blue necks so thin: harsh croaking calls
waka- The peasants plant now
with the same enthusiasm now this spring bursts through as though we would never see another dry season
the local merchant heaps piles of gold upon gold
in orange season
great grandfather toad in the ruts nightly splashing this rainy season
waka- circumferent pot fragile roots suck the wetness leaves strain f
Household HaikuHousehold haikuHousehold Haiku
Handwoven blankets
are like two careful hands that put me safe to bed.
Warmth of early spring my new gas heater offers without the flowers
My cat hard at work shedding on my coat, her bed, her long silky hairs
Cold wet fallen leaves
disintegrating on my mortuary patio
As under thin sheets in a poorly heated house I long for the man
Cats and suchSunlight, happy cat On belly. Smooth her fur. Small freight train soundCats and such
In a Moslem town God is never out of range, if you listen to the call
My cat hard at work shedding on my coat, her bed, her long smooth hair
Bougainvillia deep fuchsia devouring a broken villa wall
Winter-the gas stove And the house's cat purring contrapuntally
Moroccan HaikuA villagebuilt of mud is like aMoroccan Haiku
wart on the face of bare mountains
Wrting my thoughts in bed looking up for inspiration I see spiders
Bedroom window- Nightm a black mouth, lonely cries morning, greyly warbles
River bed, just dry rock the line of flowering bushes betrays water
The desert after a rain bulky toads' mysterious apparition Like Satans buying souls
Infinitely tiny beetle flies meanderingly past my eyes
Locusts that eat the crops are eaten in turn roasted, by children
Glad to be here, got lots of stuff to put up when not too lazy. All you people keep putting up your lovely stuff!
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Todos tenemos un secreto cerrado bajo llave en el ático del alma.
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