micropoem for the day: a trail of dust

Back last July, I began posting poetry the four days a week I didn’t post my regulars. Most were either a haiku or a micropoem. I have come to the point where the poems no longer have a freshness to them but seem to be retreads. Besides that, I have longer works I need to be working on. With that in mind, I am taking a break from the daily poetry gig.

In the meantime, I will continue my regular posts Sunday, Wednesday and Friday. From time to time I may post a new haiku or micropoem if I find that they are fresh, In the meantime, here’s one for the road:

as the sun sets,
that masked haiku rider
rides off
with a trail of dust
and a hi-yo haiku


micropoem for the day: the car

As you walk by cars in the parking lot, aren’t you tempted to look inside of them? To check out how the owners have turned their cars into a home away from home. Because for many of us, that’s what our cars have become. And it’s not something we share. Many couples own two car, one for the wife, one for the hubby. Her’s may look like a pinterest board, his a sportsman’s paradise. When we first pick up our cars, the first thing that happens is that new car smell goes away. Pretty soon we’ve got an extra change of clothes, a box of cds stacked in the back and an extra snack bar just in case. It’s becoming a wonderland in there.

long shadows
across the rearview mirror
a St. Christopher

micropoem of the day: the lizard

The other day I took my morning coffee out on the back porch. It was a pretty good day to meditate. Get my groove back. The birds were singing up a storm. If you looked up “nice day” in the dictionary, you’d find a picture of this particular day. Azaleas were blossoming like crazy. Acting like they own the world. There was even a butterfly or two. I looked over. There looking at me eye to eye was a lizard. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. Then I noticed.

a lizard, no tail
green thread against the wall
a tail, no lizard.

micropoem for the day: a typical day

When I wake up in the morning, I never know what to expect. No matter what I do, I can seem to be prepared. One day it’s this. The next day it’s that. Some days I shake my head in wonder. How did that happen? There was no telling at the beginning of the day. Somehow I end up with egg on my face some days. Other days the amazing thing happens. It’s almost enough to make one believe in miracles.

no clouds, no umbrella

micropoem for the day: summer

Summer’s upon us. Come June 21 it will be the Summer Solstice. It’s a magic time, this passing of the seasons from spring to summer. It’s a time when all sorts of creatures make their way into our back yards. And nature’s putting on a show for those of us who will look. Just go out on your back porch and sit a spell. Better yet. Find a meadow somewhere. Remember it wasn’t for naught that one of Shakespeare’s most magical of plays was “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. The Bard knew a good thing when it came to him.

night by firefly light
the cricket’s summery song
mosquito gatherings