8th birthday -
she wants a diamond
and new cleats
“baseballDiamond”
Sigh. Lissa’s 8th Birthday party is taking place today, and I’m three
hundred miles away. So, I can’t give her a big hug, nor share a delicious
cake with many of my favorite relatives.
Whether she’s hanging out with Lug (the Buffalo Bison), silly-dancing,
or sharpening her baseball skills, Lissa Giacalone is a very special niece.
Happy Birthday, Sweetie, from Uncle David!
Fellow Schenectadian Yu Chang is helping me celebrate eight years watching
Lissa grow and glow.
footbridge
pink clouds
between the boulders
she leans
a little closer
ladybug on my palm
starlit sky
the call of crickets
here and there
windless day -
kissing snowflakes
on her hair
red envelopes
the sound
of children’s laughter
dewdrops
I count
my blessings
we all help
blow out the candles –
dad’s 86th birthday
8th birthday -
she wants a diamond
and new cleats
“baseballDiamond”
Sigh. Lissa’s 8th Birthday party is taking place today, and I’m three
hundred miles away. So, I can’t give her a big hug, nor share a delicious
cake with many of my favorite relatives.
Whether she’s hanging out with Lug (the Buffalo Bison), silly-dancing,
or sharpening her baseball skills, Lissa Giacalone is a very special niece.
Happy Birthday, Sweetie, from Uncle David!
Fellow Schenectadian Yu Chang is helping me celebrate eight years watching
Lissa grow and glow.
footbridge
pink clouds
between the boulders
she leans
a little closer
ladybug on my palm
starlit sky
the call of crickets
here and there
windless day -
kissing snowflakes
on her hair
red envelopes
the sound
of children’s laughter
dewdrops
I count
my blessings
we all help
blow out the candles –
dad’s 86th birthday
the crowd pressess
to look in -
zen garden
orig. by laurie hyde smith
a few floors down
in another building
someone else looks out
jogging
just past the church
I clean my glasses
our turn
to stand here -
falls overlook
another summer
infatuation
orange daylilies
[July 30, 2005]
potluck pundit: the lid’s stayin’ on in July
the crowd pressess
to look in -
zen garden
orig. by laurie hyde smith
a few floors down
in another building
someone else looks out
jogging
just past the church
I clean my glasses
our turn
to stand here -
falls overlook
another summer
infatuation
orange daylilies
[July 30, 2005]
potluck pundit: the lid’s stayin’ on in July
after the argument
restringing
the antique marionette
lost
in a field of sunflowers
the sun
sultry night
the winning run scores
on a wild pitch
“after the argument” - mayfly spring 02
fasting for a blood test –
the phlebotomist
puts down his doughnut
cute receptionist –
handing her
a Medicaid card
[July 29, 2005]
potluck - the lid ’s still on in July
[V:3, Aug. 6, 2005] is already online. Along with fine haiku from a number
of haijin you can’t find at this website, there are three from “our” John Stevenson,
including this gem:
her hug
makes me think about
what’s in my pockets
from two renowned haiku poets:
“The first installment of Roadrunner’s Special Feature showcases five
sets of paired poems by Robert D. Wilson and Anita Virgil from their
forthcoming book, Come Dance With Me. These remarkable poem
pairs show a new development in collaborative verse which can only
be described as extraordinary.“
after the argument
restringing
the antique marionette
lost
in a field of sunflowers
the sun
sultry night
the winning run scores
on a wild pitch
“after the argument” - mayfly spring 02
fasting for a blood test –
the phlebotomist
puts down his doughnut
cute receptionist –
handing her
a Medicaid card
[July 29, 2005]
potluck - the lid ’s still on in July
[V:3, Aug. 6, 2005] is already online. Along with fine haiku from a number
of haijin you can’t find at this website, there are three from “our” John Stevenson,
including this gem:
her hug
makes me think about
what’s in my pockets
from two renowned haiku poets:
“The first installment of Roadrunner’s Special Feature showcases five
sets of paired poems by Robert D. Wilson and Anita Virgil from their
forthcoming book, Come Dance With Me. These remarkable poem
pairs show a new development in collaborative verse which can only
be described as extraordinary.“
tai chi:
the swaying
porch swing
summer dusk
the ice cream man
reaches deep
river restaurant
halfway through the fried frog legs
the croaking begins
cooler after the storm –
a smile from
the neighborhood scold
[July 28, 2005]
potluck - the lid ’s on in July
tai chi:
the swaying
porch swing
summer dusk
the ice cream man
reaches deep
river restaurant
halfway through the fried frog legs
the croaking begins
cooler after the storm –
a smile from
the neighborhood scold
[July 28, 2005]
potluck - the lid ’s on in July
we walk in silence
a sea stone
not there at high tide
first wildflowers
the striped tail
of a garter snake
lingering heat . . .
a few loose grapes
at the bag’s bottom
“first wildflowers” & “lingering heat” - Simply Haiku, (July 2003)
one more
razor nick –
she kisses the whiskered cat
[July 27, 2005]
potluck - trying to keep the lid on in July
we walk in silence
a sea stone
not there at high tide
first wildflowers
the striped tail
of a garter snake
lingering heat . . .
a few loose grapes
at the bag’s bottom
“first wildflowers” & “lingering heat” - Simply Haiku, (July 2003)
one more
razor nick –
she kisses the whiskered cat
[July 27, 2005]
potluck - trying to keep the lid on in July
sultry morning
the child’s rag doll
slumped on the veranda
the longest day
slowly the cat
licks each paw
midsummer sun
facing the mountain
I’ll never climb
July heatwave –
the hardhats moan
about lukewarm coffee
[July 26, 2005]
“napperGraySmN” potluck - trying to keep the lid on in July
Your Editor slipped into Western Massachusetts yesterday — not
for an afternoon concert by the Boston Symphony, featuring Pinchas
Zuckerman.
I can’t remember ever spending a more enjoyable time outside. Perfect (and
bugfree) summer weather; the company of two of my very best friends and
their extended family; people-watching fun; beautiful music across the field;
intervals in peaceful repose, or reading The Innocent, Harlan Coben’s newest
thriller; and painting-perfect cloud puffs slowly sailing by. Then, we ended the
evening celebrating three August birthdays with some sinful chocolate cake.
A performance that will be hard to beat — even by Carolyn Hall.
leaning back
in their chairs
old friends reunited
L’Apres-midi d’un faune
the brass section
empties their horns
starless night
she knows he is
one of her sons
“L’Apres-midi d’un faune” & “starless night” - Frogpond XXVIII:2 (2005)
lawn seating –
we hear
the clouds float by
[July 25, 2005]
potluck - the lid’s back on in July
mountain butterfly
from her boulder
to mine
moonrise . . .
cattle single file through
the narrow pasture gate
