A Dream of “The Valley of the Antelope”
A Dream of “The Valley of The Antelope”
I
The Garden
I brought tomatoes
in from the back porch today
to nurse back to health
a burning flower
whose tender ash falls to floor
dulling bloom color
rigid Rosemary
proves to be the most sturdy
compared to the mint.
Finite, the details
of every pine cone seedling
lying on the floor
a well managed pack
with a lawn always wettened
to soak chickens feet
to blow on hot coals
ignite the tinder and wood
set a life ablaze
II
Gone Zen
under front yard oak
some rugged ants begin trek
up the back to tap
to sit very still
to not upset the nature
of this long stillness
the young Maple stands
alone in the center plot
finding majesty
to water the soil
enough to keep a green sprout
long enough to grow
the painting is gone
a need to saunter awhile
refill the old tanks
in the street drainage
cattails live with plastic trash
some purple flowers
just like zen Haiku
my sandals sit still all worn out
many paths to go.
III
Underneath the Mud
A home for the wasps
the hornets and black widows
this home that I rent
throw rocks in a cave
to hear an echo from deep
figure out the depth
the odors linger
deep within every fiber
to help remember
how long can I hold
there mountaintop memories
before they are gone
the mountains will call
the more I hear from the trees
must learn to listen
walked through thorny branch
to follow you on your path
learn difficulties.
IV
Maybe See What Comes of It
is this rock misplaced
fallen out of other’s row
threaten lawn mower
where sometimes puncture
the rubber lining of shoes
tall reeds touch the sky
a perfect mowed lawn
suburban duality
absence of wildlife
underneath the mud
a world of various frogs
below the perched birds
to turn one Maple
into a vast Aspen grove
yellow, black, and white
must grow inside home
a forest of greenery
in my living room
or growing a tree
make sure you water often
sit for years and wait
whether conifer
or miles of high desert plains
I have my own space
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Very nicely penned Haiku verses, Jamie. I really enjoyed this look into nature. Well done.
A wonderful work of poetry. Vivid descriptions make it easy to visualize nature at work.
Amazing words that tickle our thoughts to await the spring once again ! You have made such a friend for life in your gardens ! Sidenote ; As a man I have often watched a woman’s hands in her garden and walked away jealous my friend ! Nice writing I love this !…….Ed
You’ve shared the strength of mother nature in various forms of verse here my friend. The budding of life forms, the insects that tend to it with care and thought. The Zen of it all indeed, for without their care and love, rocks, mud, buds, bugs, sun, rain and tender love, nothing would thrive. A tender touch of a woman’s care, envious I am, but so much needed care. Being the vegan I am, I worship life of all animals on this planet, this poetry of twists and turns show me your versatility as a writer Jamie. Your pen was set free in Haiku forms and others. Well done, much enjoyed reading your expansive lively thoughts. Kudos
Thank you all for enjoying the first of my Haiku collections. I hope to write many more. Jamie