WHCshortverses:
Sijo
Selected by Elizabeth St Jacques
Sault
St. Marie, Canada
within
earshot of the river are we from quenching our thirst;
as close as two hairs on your head is mankind to perfect world peace,
yet it's only a breadcrumb trail with many birds along the way.
anya
Oregon, USA
Like
old solders rising to go
slowly the mist rides the lake
from another shore's distance an echo
one loon tremulous
waking early to receive these gifts
what can I give back?
Marjorie Buettner
Minnesota, US
my
fiftieth year begins with despair
twin towers collapse
how vulnerable we all have become
this fragile life
so I plant these yellow chrysanthemums
hoping beyond hope
Marjorie Buettner
Minnesota, US
With
every whip of wind
the tree's old leaves fall one by one.
The naked branches that remain
flail futilely against the sky.
Boisterous children's laughter echoes
in the now empty house.
Victor P. Gendrano
California, US
There
is a sighing of the wind
as lengthened shadows appear
the park where we vowed our love
is now slowly gathering leaves
spring is long gone summer ebbing
my love to you still remains.
Victor P. Gendrano
California, US
Awakened
early, my body
gives me to morning coolness.
Breathing in deeply, I am one
with the air and the air with me.
Even the dove's song enters --
my breathing out, gratitude.
Debra Woolard Bender
Florida, US
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