June 2018
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diatribalism
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upturned leaf
the silence of God
finds its voice
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a worm turns on an early bird
Maui worms wholly into his end
word by word
a worm breaks a haiku
down to nothing
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just two notes
and a rain forest is born
from a tui
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in halflight
an owlet's whirr
of wings
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a simile for dawn
cracks the sky
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dawn hush
aborted birdsongs served
sunny side up
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Matariki
morning rise on the tips of our toes
all that remains of us will return
to be our story without you
a memory yet not yet and yet
remember when now was when
in reduced circumstance winter solstice
know now less than no thing
if missed light less present
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vigil candle tears hardening up
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in silence
a frost-heavy web
sounds like praise
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[insert what you see here]—
it remains to be seen
when it's gone
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wolf hour . . .
her absence reassembles
in the mist
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winter storm
a fa'alavelave
breaks the bank
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final words
his clod strikes a hollow tone
on her coffin
(shortlisted in H. Gene Murtha Senryu Contest 2018)
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anhedonia in blossom—
the warmth of the sun
only skin deep
an iceberg lies submerged
somewhere yet-to-be-seen
while her secrets
rest quietly
others fester
sap oozes from scars
long left by carved hearts
counting the rings
on a transneptunian
moonshadow
the still point
between pleasure and pain
becomes a gem
glistening on petals
as the surf subsides
i return to the center
and awaken as myself
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Editor's Comment
In my family, we have had a few physicists. But most of us have heard about chaos theory, right? Suddenly sometimes a plant or animal in nature just changes. Look it up, they don't all 'evolve'. That is the introduction of chaos theory to what seems an otherwise tight string of logic. The image in this haiga has all the attributes of a man-made structure we all know well, but nature has either 'adapted' or 'taken over' that pole from top to bottom. The poet has had an observation and is now left to explore its meaning.Nothing in the image changes, but the poet himself has! Chaotic isn't it?
- Michael Rehling