Wednesday, August 23, 2006

haiku series (for Jay)

A conversation

cherished until one day had

become the next day

And, as tired as I

am, nothing could induce me

to lay down my pen

So, I let the ink

flow like vocabulary

words long forgotten

My mind more awake

than in any daylight hour

outside world at bay

Except the crickets

who will sing me to sleep with

sighing fiddle tunes

As I dream, echoes

of your goodnight will evolve

into good morning


Paperback Writer said...

That was sweet...


Sam Spade said...

Great set of inspired haikus

Anonymous said...

Hommina, hommina, hommina.
All this for
a guy from New Jersey?

Osquer, that was as beautiful as the soul behind it! How I envy those crickets.


Osquer said...