Bill Waters ~~ Haiku

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Three cherita

don’t be mad!

a tentative smile
a shy glance

a tiny golden weed-flower
you offer
between finger and thumb

 

I was just a kid

I knew a lot less
than I thought I did

about life, and I spurned
love that did not suit me
to my later regret

 

in the deep of the night

I hear a cat
playing in the hall —

pouncing, pouncing,
and then bouncing down the stairs
a plastic ball


Published in Atlas Poetica (Issue 27), 3/29/17.

Republished in Miriam’s Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com/2017/04/05/poetry-month-5-cherita-by-bill-waters/) for National Poetry Month, 4/5/17

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Other people’s trash

When you’re a boy, trash is treasure. I remember walking to school one day with my best friend — when was it? third grade, maybe? — and we saw a smashed plastic ship model lying on the curb beside some empty trash cans. There were planks and spars and tangles of rigging and, to our great delight, a double-handful of tiny cannons.

We gathered up what we could and hurried on to school with our booty. Over the next couple days, we combed the grass for any further bits of ship debris as we passed by until a lawnmower told us more decisively than words that we would find no more pieces.

I still have one of those cannons — the sole surviving relic of a distant memory and a valued piece of flotsam from the lost world of boyhood.

sea spray
and the sting
of blowing sand . . .
even a broken clock
can’t stop the tick of time


Published in Atlas Poetica: A Journal of World Tanka (Issue 22), 8/26/15.

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Writing the final chapter?

No one’s wishing for a nuclear winter, but we’re not hoping for the incremental extinction of global warming, either — a summer of sorts, and a death by degrees.

Too much pollution, too much fixation on consumerism and quarterly profits… Is this how human history will end? In a drawn-out, slow-motion moment of self-destruction? Or will we, against all odds, unite for the common good and save our planet — and ourselves?

silence now
where once the brook . . .
coyotes
have been sighted
near the interstate


Published in Atlas Poetica: A Journal of World Tanka (Issue 22), 8/26/15.

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