thoughts
like marbles under my pillow
steal my sleep
though blinded by stars
the gift of sleep comes
winter nights
even the lice on my cat
are awake
yet shooting stars streak
across the summer sky
my forehead
sparks with sweat
in summer nights
the chill wind blowing outside
rattles the icicles on my window
Kite in the sky
the string in my hands
holds its fate.
the chimes gurgles
with the breeze
spit into the wind.
last night rain
like a talkative wife
disturbed my sleep.
the sun is up
my shadow
lies flat.
a busy bee
buzzing on for food
annoys my ears.
dusky skies
fireflies dancing
frogs croak.
Mustaches on his chin
move up and down
as he talks.
stupas in Bagan
reflecting their history
in silence.
waves giggles
at dizzy ships
barely moving.
flute whistles
at the old man's mouth
seagulls dance.
Alas! a vine
acting like a snake
stopped my running.
The grass shares
Its morning dew
on my feet.
madly
falling for silence
I am aged.
silence is gold
when everything is
in harmony.
celebrating
the silence
I make no sound.
the poet
celebrates little things
like a child.
my companion
the sound of my breath
in and out.
silence amplifies
the sound of dew drops
the loudest at night.
silent nights
her teeth grinding
I wish to be deaf.
like mirrors
his haikus reflect
upon himself.
basho
writes haikus
in my brain.
