Haiku 17, 18, 19, 20, (Summer Series)

Haiku 17

cows chew on dry grass
nothingness sinks deep in sky
cowboy plays on flute.

Haiku 18

red bird hops on vine
Johnny Cash on radio
soda and root beer.

Haiku 19

tall corn stalks by road
Noam Chomsky on iPhone
Fast movement of cars.

Haiku 20

Orange sun burns earth
grey sky sends mind in stupor
Spider weaves the web.

Haiku 16 (Flowers)

Pink hydrangeas bloom
Cluster of tiny flowers
Spider on petals.

Poetry And Language (senryu series)

Poetry is not 

About perfection but

About expression.    

A language is 

Using a correct method

For expression.  

A linguist strives

For perfection in method

Of expression  

Just like mind seeks

To work with reason

And heart with love  

to heart

Connects the poetry

and mind to language

In that unity 

Lies the harmony for

Mind, body and soul. 

A New Flower

Upon the grave of old 

A new flower blooms.

Sadly it never knew the 

Loving nurturing soil of a home.

The Gardner sleeping in the grave 

Left the plant alone.

Yet it blooms to add its beauty to the grave.

The rising sun gives it warmth,

The rain nourishes the plant,

And the protective wind keeps it in her watch.

Fighting against all odds of life

With her nature given might

The  tiny flower blooms 

Upon the grave of the old.

Now it wishes to be plucked 

To be part of a bouquet.

Would someone make it part of a lovely arrangement.

Or is it his fate to wither alone?

To be perished upon the grave of the old!

3. 9. 2017

Dedicated to the children of the world, left alone through war and other calamities.

An Ode To A Doll Maker

Once I saw a little girl playing with a dancer doll.     

Her outfit was embroidered with the silk and silver yarn,     

And decorated carefully with gold beads and sequins.

Her scarf was as wavy and transparent as a clear mountain stream.    

Colorful tinsels were braided in her black hair.

Her bow like brow and nectar dripping lips,      

Her slender waste and round sensuous breast,    

Were perhaps an accomplice to its maker's own sensuality. 

O! Doll maker! amazing is your skill to replicate 

The curves and contours of Nature's stunning creations.

The artistic hands of yours take the raw material and 

Set it into the exquisite pieces of your imagination. 

An angel in stone seems to fly at your command. 

A figurine  in porcelain sings the high notes of music. 

A Kathakalli dancer comes alive in swirling motions.  

The spirit of Kachina doll has the essence of spiritual force.

A silent history of Universe is depicted in these still forms. 

Like a writer’s verse your doll is just one of a kind.  

Like a poet and his poems, you and your dolls are 

Solace to each other, united in a single expression of love. 

The maker of the doll and the little girl playing with it,

The poet with its poetry and the mesmerized readers-

All are bound to each other with a creative rhythm  

Beating in their hearts, surging in the play of ever changing     

Ever lasting and ever new beauty of art.   

Writer’ Note: Kathakalli is an ancient and popular dance form of India. 

The above poem is part of a poetry anthology book By 
Frosini Group Of Poets 'Poets Unite World Wide'.

Book Title  'An Ode To Arts'- A Note A Word A Brush