whisper me words
freshly plowed field. but the notes from the guitar go wandering.
a long note
from a blues tune and
the aroma of fresh bread
Most likely will never be ‘published’!
Author: mikerehling
A quiet vegan haiku poet living in the north woods of Michigan.
Haibun 48
a whisper turns to a thought
the erasure of time has made my limbs blind. i stumble in the grass. how is it that i cant find the way home as easily as i used to. has old age begun to strangle me. dew on the grass has been my undoing. like a squirrel that reaches through the bottom of a nest and steals the eggs from the mother starling. nature stops me in my tracks. feeling and knowing the same now as i see clearly what i have come to. a smiling old man who loves his life for all it has become.
a rainbow
e x p l o d e s
through the fog
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Haibun 47
breaking off course
a lake is a window into the earth. we cant see through it. so even the surface seems opaque to us. life requires that we imagine it in order to live it. only has taken me seventy one years to reach this conclusion. one that my vivid imagination has kept from me all this time.
light passes
through crystal
i pass
through my life
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Haibun 46
faceless killers
we never see them coming. they are the unseen merchants of the death of good ideas. those critics that live in your brain. you cant get rid of them. they are you. they dont think like you do and they detest your wild mind. you can with some work push them away. at least for a short time.
with no remorse
i make myself disappear
into a poem
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Haibun 45
a beacon written away
the old lighthouse is dark now. a ghost light appears on some holidays. most likely kids shining a flashlight beam at the top of the light for the tourists. the metallic ring of a bell in the harbor and the light disappears. a hundred and seventy five years ago the ghost was flesh and blood. the face of the old keeper looks lost now. a statue is all he is. the oil house is gone and there is nothing left to do.
longings
the way a ships lights
blink in a storm
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Haibun 44
a living statue of goodness
some people are hard to be friends with. they are so much more than that. inspiration has no value it is truly priceless.
a guitar solo
says it all
a wail into the one
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Haibun 43
drunk and reading the poems of others
poets can wrap their hands around your naked heart from thousands of miles away. across the atlantic i touch the pain of another.
it seems
like a week ago
that i cried this hard
Haibun 42
a friends name in marble
i am sure even my family does not fully understand. some of my friends and i might have had a falling out. but they died instead. it does not seem fair that i never got to pick that last fight. they fell instead without me there.
frost
and the lack of crowds
your name alone catches my heart
Don’t want this one published anywhere but everywhere!
Haibun 41
centering the periphery
the struggle to ‘get to the in crowd’ is never worth it. yes i know never is a very unambiguous word but that is what i intend. the ‘top of the mountain’ can kill you and anyway the real view in my opinion is from valley below looking up. i decided long ago that the best experience is found in the totality of crowded grasses and not the precipice where clouds and rock hide so much of the valley. the revelation in the sweeping wind reveals the shimmer of it all.
early morning haze
we never saw it coming
november sunrise
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Haibun 40
i had a good idea but it didnt last
enlightenment is sort of like a dimmer switch. no matter how much you fiddle it is either too light or too dark. step outside and clouds and stars will lead you to a comfort that is more like perfection than that damn switch can ever provide.
finding
the way out
of the gravel pit
by drowning
in it
Published in Prune Juice Journal!
Michael Rehling 