Haiku

Practitioners
of the way dance unmoving;
a flute with no holes.

Crippled Cold Mountain
didn't care a fig for rules;
He spoke with the clouds.

A stick of incense,
sandalwood, burns to the end.
Sitting quietly

The afternoon warmth
gave way to evening stillness.
Diamonds in the sky.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked them all. The fourth one was my favorite. Each poem said enough. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Zugzwang]

Glad you liked them Coyote. I liked the third one myself. Haiku can be fun to write. Z.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked them all and you are welcome.

[LostBoy]

One of the best poems in terms of use of words I've read in a while on here!
Gentle and apt.

Stirring great images!

[Zugzwang]

Thanks for your kind comments Bermudaboy.
Z

[LostBoy]

Welcome, Z.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Tableaus, vignettes, silhouettes, contradictions...each verse whispering, each with it's unique mantra...evocative imagery, beautiful form-as brilliant as "Diamonds in the sky." Kudos!

[Zugzwang]

Thanks Annette, glad you liked these small offerings. I see you like to whisper too. Z

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nicely done....the third one reminds me of years ago....the second one still exists....i continue to speak to the clouds....always will...


and i suspect at my age...each night could become more still until finally the diamonds will lose their sheen....and my sky will darken for the last time...but i will continue to dance , unmoving......

[Zugzwang]

Thanks Jacob...your insights and gentle musings are always welcome. Don't all we poets dance to an unheard song? And the night sky waits patiently for us all.
Z

[Karmee]

SO VERY nicely written and well done.
Love the imagery, awesome write

[Zugzwang]

Thank you so much for your kind review, none.
Z.