24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The ikoro
Summoner of the kindred
You have called
And here we are
Gathering,
Humans and spirits alike.
Here we are at the sacred Grove.
You have never summoned us in vain.
We are here, men and women,
Our ears awake and waiting
To hear what the new year has in stock for us.
The sound rose and fell
like a distant chime,
echoing in the still air.
There was a certain gladness in it, a sparkle if you will.
It made the hearers
crinkle up their cheeks
till their eyes disappeared.
Mouths opened wide
and notes and lilts fell out
to play side by side
in the air.
You are too clever
You are too dark
You are too strong
You are too hard
Always the odd one out.
I am so alone
I am so desolate
I am so stark
I am so empty
Always the odd one out.
back in crowded rooms
should feel uncomfortable
but with the right people
discomfort turns to friendship
Haunted Haiku
Swiftly silent sheet,
Somber in melancholy,
Ghost in the machine.
How to keep a room
warm without fire or electricity?
When the people closest to you
gather in one place –
Warmth comes naturally!
Giggling haiku
flutter of my heart
chime throughout the galaxies
come back home to me
Cattle seem indifferent
when they enter the slaughter house
marching compliantly to their death.
Perhaps they know
and just don’t resist.
Perhaps they hold some cosmic secret
about the next life
or their karmic reward.
Perhaps their seeming indifference
masks a deep mystic certainty.