Ted MacConaghy

Good evening, Your Fullness -
Harvest Moon, Hunter’s Moon,
Moondance Moon;
geese have been circling
and calling all night long.

#haiku #tanka #renga
#HarvestMoon #micropoetry

The crows’ chorus of boos
follows the black cat
from one yard to the next.

#haikufeels + crow
#haiku

Garden bench breakfast -
pumpkin pie plate on my knee,
upturned bucket for
my coffee cup, soft gold light -
second Sunday sleep to come.

#haiku #senryu #senryusunday
#micropoetry #fall

The price you paid is in the shadows of your face.

#OneLineOctober #haiku #monoku

Enough moonlight to find my way to bed.

#OneLineOctober #haiku #monoku

As the Empire falls,
a Crow feather floats down -
no - ash from a fire.

#haiku #senryu #micropoetry

There’s no one left
to keep the family secrets -
we’re all ghosts now.

#haiku #senryu

I sweep leaves
out of my chair -
another summer gone.

#haiku #micropoetry #fall

The morning after,
the sky is all cried out -
gray wet streets.

2 a.m. weather report:
no rain yet,
but a skunk has been through here.

A diabetic,
my father would get these wounds
that wouldn’t heal,
but in my dream last night,
he was worried about me.

#haiku #tanka

My tongue still can’t believe
that tooth’s not there
anymore.

#haiku #senryu #micropoetry

The lady in the
felted (fits perfectly
now) red cap, leopard print
flannel bathrobe
(o my heart! my heart!)
waters weeds
her front yarden;
snail and cabbage moth omertà,
but all of the neighborhood dogs
greeted by name;
whistles down
the neighborhood crows -
come get your breakfast.

#micropoetry

Red-shouldered Blackbirds
whistle in the cattails -
the Turtles doze on.

#haiku #micropoetry

“Squander the day, but save the soul.” - Mary Oliver, “The Lark”

#MaryOliver #poetry

As the Empire falls -
a televised funeral
with fireworks & souvenirs;
the mourners start to file out
while the President talks on and on.

As the Empire falls,
the same straw broom
waits by my doorstep.

As the Empire falls -
was that an earthquake just now?
the moonless sky is full of stars.

As the Empire falls -
a voice from over the fence:
my neighbor scolds her cat.

#haiku

(After Buson)

As the Empire falls -
the maple leaves just turned
brown and died this year.

As the Empire falls -
the harvest rots in the fields;
where have the field hands gone?

As the Empire falls -
a mad Mourning Dove chases
the nest-robbing crow.

#haikufeels fall
#haiku

(31st time is the charm)

As the Empire falls,
the same straw broom
waits by my doorstep.

#haiku #senryu #micropoetry

(revision)

After Empires -
a rice straw broom
by the back step.

#haiku #senryu

New Year’s Night -
lulled to sleep by
frogs and rain.

#haiku

Immigrants White valleys / left behind

Beautiful poem by David Cruz, “Immigrants” poets.us20.list-manage.com/track/click?...

A rice straw broom
leans against the house -
somewhere, an empire falls.

#haiku #senryu

Buson: The Short Night (2)

The short night -
a broom thrown away
on the beach

The short night -
broken, in the shallows,
a crescent moon

The short night -
waves beating in,
an abandoned fire.

(From The Essential Haiku, ed. by Robert Hass)

#haiku

Buson (1716-1783) The Short Night

The short night -
on the hairy caterpillar
beads of dew.

The short night -
patrolmen
washing in the river.

The short night -
bubbles of crab froth
among the river weeds.

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#haiku #micropoetry

I’m stealing “predawn indigo”

“So much depends…”

Birds sing at sunrise
to a waning quarter moon -
an off-key crow joins in.

#haiku #micropoetry

Picnic blanket afternoon-
the cherry blossoms
float down on us while you sleep.

#haiku #senryu #micropoetry

I spoke to the spirit world
in dreams last night;
the dead did not reproach me,
and I woke to the calls
of geese flying south.

#haiku #tanka

old couple making love
in the morning - fallen breasts,
missing teeth - laughing.

#haiku #senryu

“awful people don’t deserve to be killed, but they don’t deserve to be praised, either” is apparently a thought too complex for the pundit mind