BB Tyler

BB Tyler Feb 2014

Pillow whispers
The rain outside
Pooling together

BB Tyler Feb 2014

The soothsayer only smiles and whispers,
stays anticipation and decays til you kiss her.

Leaning in:

Posture is, as much as
a broken back,
lacking.

Caught,
stiff and bare,
in a stare.
"I'm not acting,"

I'm retracting my opinions
backtrack to begin again.
Pinioned by inclusion;
on the right foot, left
to my conclusions.

If it's a game,
then i'm losin'.

BB Tyler Feb 2014

Haiku #8

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the ocean
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the dawn
.
surrounding
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BB Tyler Feb 2014

Senryū #9

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Leaning in closer to hear his last words

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been reading a lot of haiku recently, super inspired to practice the form.
this is one that i think truly resonates with the purpose of a Haiku or Senryū
yall should check out some American Haiku artists, notably Kerouac
(the difference between a haiku and a senryū is that the subject of a haiku involves the essence of nature while a senryū has more to do with the human aspect, both attempt to create a widow through which the reader may have a direct sensory experience with reality. Haiku is minimalistic in order not to distract the reader into intellectualizing the poem)

BB Tyler Feb 2014

Be not my Altarpiece

Be not my altarpiece.

You are no ritual implement
with which I commit
religion.

You are given
(of and by yourself)
to
(no cherub or elf but)
a being
(human)
this feeling
(this numen)

Free as any altarpiece
found alone on seascape vistas
far away from
the clamor of symbols

Be not my leader nor acolyte,
we've too many paces to walk tonight,
for you not to be by my side.

I'll settle for no projection.
No, I'll settle not at all;
for the fall is slow,
and I'm caught like
so many motes,
so much dust
suspended in your transparency
Dancing.

Be not my altarpiece.

You breathe in your sleep
too sweetly
to be anything other than
this moment
(as it repeats me)

BB Tyler Feb 2014

Here We Are

Was our destination waiting for us?

Or did we make it once we arrived?

BB Tyler Jan 2014

Senryū #8

awake and weary
the poet sits transfixed with
poems unpapered