verged

original haiku - zaas (c) 2015

~verged~

woman on the verge

of sexual exalt waits...

for another wave

the end

ORIGINAL HAIKU - ZAAS

~the end~

sky rolling coal from

nature's retribution to

mankind's finale

for my father

A Wild-March Morning, Alfred Lord Tennyson

And in the wild March-morning 
I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, 
and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, 
and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning 
I heard them call my soul.

 

March Morning, by John Atkinson Grimshaw

EJS died on the 9th of March, many years ago. I've missed you forever Dad.

flight

original haiku - zaas (c)2015

~flight~

high octane petrel

wings abide altitude and

configuration

kind of man

HAIKU - zaas (c)2015

~kind of man~

mankind dropped the ball

screwed the pooch tied to a tree

rampant killers, we

zut alors!

original haiku - zaas (c)2015

~zut alors~

dreams transport haunted

castle of lust, for I crave

some friction fiction

meal fruition

HAIKU - zaas (c)2015

~meal fruition~

apricot-lemon

lasagna chuckles inside

enfruited belly

freedom of sortz

HAIKU - zaas (c)2015

~freedom of sortz~

money, a feather

in the cap that's worn askew

brings ersatz freedom

HAIKU - zaas (c)2015

~swimagic~

we swim magic in

treasure-chest waters. we are

smiles in nature's eye

HAIKU

~free light~

poets' moon, muse to

preternatural events;

this orb delivers

HAIKU

~tidal refrain~

graceful seahorses

on feverish tides abide

full moon spell of ebb

HAIKU

~slick sticks~

reeds at shore glisten

a stampede of morning dew

coats anew each stalk

HAIKU

~sight see~

plagiarize the blind

sight of sacrosanctity

vision to uphold