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

vigil candle tears hardening up

in silence
a frost-heavy web
sounds like praise

[insert what you see here]—
it remains to be seen
when it's gone

wolf hour . . .
her absence reassembles
in the mist

winter storm
a fa'alavelave
breaks the bank

final words
his clod strikes a hollow tone
on her coffin

(shortlisted in H. Gene Murtha Senryu Contest 2018)

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 

the still point 
between pleasure and pain 
becomes a gem  

glistening on petals 
as the surf subsides

a sudden storm
in a butterfly dream
of chaos

i return to the center
and awaken as myself 

the snake's tail
circles out of
its mouth
Clayton Beach / Hansha Teki

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