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Haiku

 

the night heron

            perched on a post

his beak points to his prey

 

 

bobbing and weaving up the stairs

the wasp

finds the door

 

 

astronaut floating

in space, inside the capsule

bumps her head

 

 

wavecrest

a surfer shoots the curl

wavetrough

 

 

way high up on a black cliff face

                         this steep

                    a mountain goat

 

 

I thought I had a chance with her

        until I saw her say

        “He is beautiful”

 

 

                          In a puddle

                          in the rain

                  the flapping sparrow                                              takes a bath

 

Cliff Bleidner

Cliff is a Haiku poet, formalist poet, PPA co-founder, PPA Coordinator

Again to the Stretch Rack

 

writing is sometimes torture

as the words appear from

left to right

down the page

line after line of

pain pain pain

like being racked by some

invisible inquisition

for some unknowable crime

 

it was cheap psychoanalysis at first

until I needed psychoanalysis and got it

it was for self expression

until I learned to express myself

with the help of others

it was for self discovery

until I learned that too

it was crying tears of black ink

into handkerchief paper

until they ran dry

 

it is now to produce a work of fine art

bring it to perfection

by wheel chain and shackle

of the editing process

my blood black ink

my body 8 1/2 by 11 white paper

I recant

I recant

I recant

 

Cliff Bleidner

 

Mast

 

stop

that ship

upon the ocean

my Zen Master said to me

now how the hell can I do that? so

stern he sits there staring and leaving I bow

 

 

Cliff Bleidner

 

Channel

 

I am a flute

god blows through

my crown Chakra

one long note

 

by fingering my

other Chakras

beautiful music

pours forth

 

as long

as I

don’t

interfere

 

Cliff Bleidner

Haiku

 

Beautiful face

stunning figure

too bad she’s a mannequin

 

 

full moon on a starry night

until pond ripples

give it away

 

 

on the gravestone

a cameo of a woman

wearing a cameo

 

 

by herself on the bare stage

the master cellist

poises to play

 

 

his head the roof

his knees the fender

biker

 

 

pole vaulter rising

up up up over the bar

lets go of the pole

 

 

spreading itself out

beneath two feet of water

the crocodile waits

 

                        Cliff Bleidner

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