Lee,
Here’s another batch: it’s hard to find good critique on Haiku, so please chop 'em & cook 'em up.
I know that traditional Haiku poets and Tanka poets tend not to venture into the others domain, but I gave it a shot and have found Tanka quite a bit more than I thought it was.
Anyway, thank you very much for the time and energy you have spent on these little-big poems!
Fr. RP
PS: Hopefully I can get those other two ku up to speed before you flee this place!
first light
on the cabin porch
mayflies
late night—
spring’s first fly
bounces off the wall
summer evening
another quick chirp
from the microwave
yellow moon
along the icy prairie…
coming home
frost covers
an untilled field…
for sale
evening fades—
a rusty tractor
covered by weeds
blustery day—
an eagle crouches
on the white boulder
Orion rising
the sound of snow
beneath my feet
a few flowers
among the weeds
a rusted trowel
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