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

4 comments:

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.

Jay

Osquer said...

*blushes*