We speak haiku
and let the world keep turning.
Someone must witness.
Cultures are poems.
Some sing within the stanzas.
Others burst through the syllable count.
Counting syllables.
Possibilities expand
within a framework.
Religious frameworks
put the yoke of Heaven on
your back. Heavy wings.
Culture poetry.
I stay within the structure
afraid to lose rhyme.
Afraid to lose time
On the New Jersey transit,
I think, write, and sleep.
Earlier haiku
Let it flow from you
ReplyDeletethough heads may not turn to see
the words worth reading