The Wind | Power Poetry

The Wind | Power Poetry

crow burial
under pines-- the distant
mourning caws

before 
naming
the 
crow's
cry
through
autumn
dark

..#73256

walking faster--
both with notable scarves,
man and dog
~~
..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~~

I CAN LIVE | Pen Poetry

I CAN LIVE | Pen Poetry

..the tree

its leaves down--
each branch almost
in shock--
a choir nears;
calms our tree with spring songs
~~
..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris..channeled;
spirit Harmony; reaching into the poet's
heart..
~~

wherever I turn
you are there
no more

  

He's like a shadow:

Still deer on sunlit lawn

Glides into the shade.

..gamblers

under the tree
they lie with open mouths--
each hopes
he will be first
to snatch a falling leaf

~~
..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram; reaching
into the poet's heart
Note: this may be mild kyoka
~~

..serious

a tightrope
walker he felt
this moment
hurricanes may veer
what matters is this poem
~~
..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram; reaching
into the poet's heart
~~

HAIKU OF R.K.SINGH

HAIKU OF R.K.SINGH

a robin
under the hedge -
the shadow beats

***

un rouge-gorge
sous la haie -
l'ombre palpite

autumn evening
clouds like golden worsted
ah! what a joy

autumn serenade

colorful leaves
swirling like ballarinas
through the town's streets

fluttering, twirling
delicate signatures in flight
rising moth, falling leaf

..some in flannels

early autumn
some wear soft flannels
others are in coats
perhaps I should call her to meet--
surprise ourselves with how I'll dress
~~
(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony; reaching
into the poet's heart
~~

MUSIC MUST SOUND (1971-1985) | Pen Poetry

MUSIC MUST SOUND (1971-1985) | Pen Poetry

Mass | Power Poetry

Mass | Power Poetry

..from the window

why,  sorrowfully,
count the leaves, as they embrace
the ground,
from my perch by the window
I may miscount my darling tree's children
~~
..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony; reaching
into the poet's heart
~~

mother said
four-leaf clover was
a plain lie
soon, i whispered
you won't need wheelchair