Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Pleiades

a meteor flies
underlining the stars
nearby, coyote howls
leaning back into darkness
nothing is more beautiful than this

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Todd Lake Renga— 1,000 Tadpoles or Haiku in Public



the flow of lines
on this log
fifty shades of grey...............................Kay

winters past, winters forward
no stopping between...........................Marion

ghosts in the meadow
skeletons along the lake
eternal rest.....................................Linda

leaps the trout
dives the hawk.................................Denise

around and around
lake path, grey jays, clouds
voices, grass, water............................Sandy

she was murdered, she said
grey clouds remain.............................Janet

boys with shovels
gone into the dark trees
mystery remains................................Lorna

the forest mutters
somewhat alarmed.............................Nancy

a field of asters
color louder than sound.......................Marion

small distance hikers
exploring nature
pierce the silence..............................Linda

kids in baseball caps
men carrying fiberglass........................Denise



shirts and towels
bright as wild paintbrush, orchids
afternoon stirs.................................Sandy

mayfly rivulets
scat in the grass................................Janet

against the wind
paddling on the lake
frogs dig deeper.................................Lorna

an early century
of late earth......................................Marion

the words of writers
the chaos of children
where does it go.................................Kay

a young crooner
takes advantage of the silence................Linda

seedling firs spring up
in stillness or in the whirlwind................Denise

small, small shoes
pink and blue
unfathomable memory..........................Sandy

children with a dog
wondering if the trail
has lost them......................................Janet

cold day in July
grey wind off the lake...........................Lorna

What are you documenting?
What should we know? he asked.
as I scribbled haiku..............................Janet


Sunday, June 28, 2015

Leaving

There was no house for me to leave
    my structures...maybe.. and sudden light
Nazca lines on fantasy maps, rabbit tracks
    to caves of ice, a winter's hut
guiding me, the Fates of melting ice
    or fire searing a July day.
The reflected I, a blue shadow dance
    yet there, under that world
        something winged
spinning seeds up through an evening
    perfect each in vertiginous climb
        up, up to my night born stars.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

it might be good


it might be good
to give it up
    all that struggle
    the self-improvement thing
it might be good
to just fall free
    into that wholeness
    the big mixed bag
the Silent Unanswering
forget it, go into
    the smell of grass
    a river flow, taking you
                making you
                              new

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

June

the melting mountains
under a morning moon-
summer erasing them both

dark energy

dark energy
a surge of night
peepers from a far off pond
over a final train warning
all in a basketful of my childhood

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Whychus Canyon Walk

Fence lizard
only guy moving fast
High Desert wildflowers
Oregon Sunshine along the rim
bring water and a good hat


tanka - Lorna Cahall

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