poetry from pamela
Our pundit in residence is suffering from a particularly
virulent strain of procrastination today. If you stopped by
for some poetry, here are two tanka and a haiku from
Whitman wrote:
Look for me under
your bootsoles.
And I do.
And you are.
Raw NerVZ Haiku IX:1 (Spring 2003)
To Guanyin
seated on my study shelf:
grant me
grace when the words flow
and grit in the silences.
autumn dawn
the space between our shadows
on the bedroom wall
“Whitman wrote” & “To Guanyin” - Simply Haiku (Vol. 2: 3)
“autumn dawn” - inside the mirror RMA 2005; Acorn 14
muddy puddle
a plump robin
a plump robin
