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frog headstand
on a thawing pond--
bubbles gurgle up














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, as per wikipedia, "The best-known Japanese haiku is Bashō's "old pond":
古池や蛙飛込む水の音
ふるいけやかわずとびこむみずのおと (transliterated into 17 hiragana)

This separates into syllables (on) as:

fu-ru-i-ke ya (5)
ka-wa-zu to-bi-ko-mu (7)
mi-zu no o-to (5)
Translated:

old pond . . .
a frog leaps in
water’s sound
 Oct 2012 Joan Karcher
mads
I took you to the edge,
hand in hand
one last time.

It's funny how
the weather always
knew the mood.

There was so much rain,
so much pain.

"I've always wanted to fly..."
You pulled your hand away
I crouched too close to the edge,

"If you jump...
you won't fly.
You'll just be falling."
I've never seen a face
so blank, so indifferent.

"I wouldn't be breaking a trend,
I've been falling,  my whole life."

I stood, wiping hair from your face,
kissed you once
and then grew wings.
Another dream.
from over here
i'm not sure what to say
can you read me?
can you read me now?
shall i embark on a quest of cliches?
shall i compare thee to a summer's lay....
nay
thou art a trove more evanescent
it isn't a lesson i contain
or a fountain to pertain
my rhyming speech is but a way to sway my fears away
--avoidance and presumptuous credence--
for another fake, fake, fake assailing parallel of waning candlelight i've never blinked at in inebriated chores
(the pride is seamless in the play of work)
embarrassed trifles witnessed here, and here, too.
i cannot see far or near. the session isn't claimed by fear, only dear, dear, yearning
Physics may unravel the secrets,
of the  magnetism and electric pull between us,
but about the rest, it'll be only mute,
our laws of attraction will still be in the dark.

Cognitive science may be eloquent
about your keen intelligence and mine,
but falling in love, is beyond the ken of all this,
Is it the rush of hormones that -
brought us together like two merging whirlwinds?
Then, why not before this with any others?

Or was it a flash at first sight
that ignited  our unknown depths,
and built a' tower of desire',
burning like a raging fire, in our hearts
that mixed, dreams, imagination and intuition
with the magic of extra sensory perception?


**We should better solve the puzzle with a burning kiss
 Sep 2012 Joan Karcher
Hugo A
Fly
 Sep 2012 Joan Karcher
Hugo A
Fly
Let me talk, just let me talk
I'm so tired
To even carry
My own thoughts
I want to live
In a house
Adrift at sea
With my music, and my quotes
Seagulls gliding by
Windmills in the sky
I want to ground my feet
And stand up high
Climb the stairs
Of the thoughts, in my heart
Slide down rivers
Filled with hope
Land on clouds
Flying high, stand again
Deep deep dive
In the ocean, of my mind
Swim out clear, swim out clean
Of this sadness, that I feel
It's my story
Lying low, then I dive
Lying low, then I dive
But I see it now
I feel the change
Let me talk, just let me talk
As I stand, atop this cloud
Not to dive
But to fly
There is a gaping crater in your heart,
my haunting dark moon, i  see it there,
torrents of words, like a cloak of mist swirls across,
you spin a beautiful web with that,
I got trapped and fell; so glad!

my moon bitten heart is falling apart,
and i am simmering in thoughts-
day and night.
your wandering thoughts, you hope
would cover your crater for ever,
but wouldn't; i know for sure.
a crater my love, has its demonic powers,
i can feel the tremors from afar,
                                       in an evil hour, every night
i wander in a trance, copiously shedding tears,
**it would run in to a gushing river
and fill in your crater--
but how would i ever reach out to you there?
This wanderer's eyes fall on these words written on clouds often;" More is unknown than is known"
Cosmological craze drives me to dark energy and dark matter.It's a complete mystery, but it is an  important mystery.
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