Monthly Archives: October 2012

Tanka

inside the storm clouds
quite taunted  vexed  tossed about
rain drops seem to be
not in heaven  but some hell
till  freed  they plummet toward life

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

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Evidence of things not seen

I always wondered why you never saw very young pigeons.
Just where were they?  Where could they be hidden?

Then one day stopping at a traffic light
on the Expressway service road,
I looked over to my left and up.  There, on a ledge
of the overpass, were a crèche of baby pigeons:
hatchlings and nestlings and fledglings
and some adults landing and taking off.

Today as the boat docked under gray skies,
as I shuffled in the midst of my commuting flock,
I spotted a pigeon perched on the edge
of the opening in the metal plates
above the gangway, next the greasy chains.
Were there squabs hidden in there too? I thought.

All the way home on the bus from the ferry,
the words visible, invisible,
manifest, hidden, overt, covert

kept turning up in my day-weary mind;
and conjectures about how many things
develop out of sight – like poems.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Haiku – In the woods

leaf on leaf piled high
moist earth  warm air  germs and worms
start to change the heaps

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Haiku

full moon glides on   clear
with its borrowed light   moving
it erases stars

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Haiku

the Celts’ Samhain nears
(made by church All Hallows’ Eve) –
now sacred no more

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Note:  Samhain is pronounced in English as sa-win or sou-en,
with the stress on the first syllable.

(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Haiku

arcs  swirls  planes and curls
tints dark and light  faint and bright
viewing autumn leaves

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Haiku

the cities’ faint glow
can’t overcome all starlight
pride before a fall

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012