Monday, March 2, 2015

Fish Of Zen.


 Beneath dark tranquility,
a golden glint of scales.
Bulging surface tension,
and then, a disturbance,
by an effortless tail-flick;
but peace soon returns -
bright angel-winged koi,
meditating on koi-ness.
 
                       ~ Tiwago

 

Friday, February 27, 2015

Trickster's Last Trick.


 
Coyote's nocturnal songs,
Trigger primordial unease -
Disturbing my cats' slumber. 
 
Snarling. Nightmare. Phantom.
 
And yet my heart mourns,
To see his bloated corpse,
Beside the dark road of ice.
 
 
~ Tiwago

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

God the Poet.

  

He thought randomness into a plan.
He spoke nothingness into a mass,
And then animated the inert matter,
With tympani and cymbals unheard.
With His Word he painted upon,
The dome of the cosmic chapel,
And He sculpted the earth below.
He punctuated time into stanzas -
Fantasies of fruit, fin and feather,
Sprung from His harp as a hymn,
Ever-edited variations on a theme.
He breathed life-spark and soul-fire,
Into blood-red mud and bone-white rib.
 
A pause to inhale || caesura, Sabbath.
 
 
~ Tiwago

Friday, February 20, 2015

Night Haiku.



modest moon-maiden
peeking through her argent veil
at sun pursuing

-- Tiwago

iKu. Do you?
Follow my Ku!


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corn #haiku -


 

 
gold and silk unwrapped /
remnant of autumn's treasures /
missed by the gleaners
 
~ Tiwago

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Old Barn.


 STOUT TIMBER-FRAME
HEWED FROM CREATION
RESHAPED BY ANCESTORS
TO WITHSTAND
PRAIRIE WINDS
 
             ~ Tiwago