November 21, 2017 (haiku)


spring snowdrops
(now loam feeding worms)
winter’s memory


inspired by:

With Earth’s first Clay They did the Last Man’s knead,
And then of the Last Harvest sowed the Seed:
Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

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Poet’s Corner


Growning Up – Haibun – October 19, 2014

 train tracks


“Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do.
It is much easier to skip it
and go from one childhood to another.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald


Walking along the railroad tracks … just walking, with nowhere to go and no goal to reach. Thinking about yesterdays, when everything was golden books and chocolate cake.  The years of my childhood, happy memories – boring memories.  The up-right piano my Dad bought me for 25 dollars, trips to the farmer’s market on Sunday’s, paper doll cut-outs and kool-aid.

The changes in the world, without a premonition … one day we were a happy family, then the slow creeping tragedy.  Mom went to work, Dad couldn’t cope … he began to drink, they began to fight, sometimes she didn’t come home at night. Estrangement and unhappiness.

walking near the tracks
leaving happy childhood
– grown up

(c) G.s.k. ’14


Written for Haibun Thinking