artists battle wasps
for their espresso outside
in the thorn garden
under bright bill-boards
gray men with missing legs beg,
unknown yankee dregs
New Yorkers await
9-11's tenth tense year:
possible fire-works
the Prozac Atlas
holds up a sky of black clouds
as our tears rain down
flame dragon-flies
zoom to devour mosquitoes
from elephant hide
beside Rainbow Road
gold grows on thin stalks of green;
dream-men walk between
one more war winds down,
mammoth shells soaring over
ears new deaf to sound
new ideals proclaimed
brave and luckless souls martyred,
a change of statues
Comments
MaggieG | September 9, 2011 - 21:41
This is extremely well written. The last haiku particularly stuck with me. My Da came from the " Never Forget Pearl Harbor " generation. 9/11 I spose defines ours.
enjoyed this read :)
MistakenMagic | September 9, 2011 - 22:29
Love those first two haiku. You've worked really well with a challenging, condensed form - a beautiful poem!
Magic xxx
seannelson | September 9, 2011 - 23:31
Thank you two for your kind responses. I work hard on my poetry, and it's so nice to have it appreciated. I am honestly somewhat psychologically unstable right now(and that makes me a little miserable,) but good poetry often comes out of it if I work at it. friendly regards, Sean
MaggieG | September 9, 2011 - 23:34
I am sorry to hear that...
I hope you find peace :)
ScoZen | September 10, 2011 - 16:11
Great stuff SN.
Send another in soon.
Regards.