Thursday, April 30, 2009

Crescent moon haiku





















(1)
buzzing mosquito
washes my loneliness away
: the night’s getting late

(2)
the stars, the moon, and
transitory solitude--
seize me, swiftly

(3)
behind the thin glass--
am I really this far away
from the crescent moon

(4)
whispering wind
outside my door, there’s just
whispering wind

(5)
black rain cloud
in between me and the moon
darker is the night

(6)
a giant cyclops
watching over me as the world
fall asleep


Lampineung, April 15, 2009

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