The color of the wind haiku

moonlit night
knowing the color of the wind
too dark, too dark

Touching the ground haiku

c'mon withered leaves!
I feel my feet touching
the ground so alive

Growing older tanka

the art of
growing older--
this is why
she calls herself by
her first name

Pillow fight haiku

not a pillow fight the divorced knows best

Tête-à-tête haiku

openly
she asks me for
a tête-à-tête

Afternoon sunbeam haiku

1/
dusk
hesitant dip of his
sumi brush

2/
hospice visit
a tickle on her toes
afternoon sunbeam

Lonesome chill haiku

rain, again
an urge to grip stronger
this lonesome chill

Wheelchair haiku

as if it could tell
how long I've been waited for
her wheelchair

Mother's lap haiku

rainclouds
long for a sleep
in her mother's lap

Trampled leaves haiku

did you hear
the sound of my feet?
trampled leaves

Single dad tanka

you'll never know
how hard it is to be
a single dad
think about the sparrows
hold up the winging

Strange love song tanka

sitting alone
how strange it sounds now
our love song
in this moment  last year
i didn't want to get drunk

Downpour of butterflies tanka

driving uphill
thru the downpour
of butterflies
we shed tears for
misplaced childhood

First published in A Hundred Gourds 2:2 March 2013
http://ahundredgourds.com/ahg22/tanka01.html

Roll the dice tanka

my dad taught me
how to roll the dice
on sandy soil
now I live the life
of an orphan

First published in A HUndred Gourds 2:2 March 2013
http://ahundredgourds.com/ahg22/tanka12.html

Sickle moon tan renga

red mark
on her coffee cup
deepening silence

nothing we talked about
but the sickle moon

in the round
ascending tones of
angelic voices

bamboo leaves shake
and bend the sunlight

a sudden gust of wind
brings the rain to land
a kiss of longing

in the shiver on my hand
the shake of our hands

running and laughing
kiddies play hide and seek
amber evening

I am the clouds
chasing sunset

::

Damian Alma
Wahyu W. Basjir

First published in A Hundred Gourds 2:2 March 2013
http://ahundredgourds.com/ahg22/renku03.html

Empty head haiku

empty head...
the sickle moon
dives deeper

Water lily bud haiga

Twisting the hands of Socrates, four tanka

Sometimes, I challenge my self just to get new poetic ideas. And this afternoon, I thought randomly about popular quotes of great people and I suddenly fell into Socrates. I am not really into philosophy but reading his quotes has sparked the ideas I desired. Most quotes transformed into these works are here http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/s/socrates.html

1/
life unexamined
is not worth living
as always
you don't let me
leave our treehouse

2/
will you marry me?
it's been years after I do
i find it
too hard to convince you
that poetry suits me fine

3/
leaving
this tall building
at noon...
only to see the clouds
letting my shadow darken

4/
picking the gray
out of my hair
curiously
she asks me how
to trim hate and desire

Kitchen tanka in wordle

Kitchen tanka

1/
washing out
the grayness of you
i hold dear
down in the sink
this turmeric yellow

2/
the main ingredient
of all good dishes
is love
she recalls once in a while
her daughter's face