Haikusun Issue III, June 2003 an'ya garden gate the orbweaver's diligence guarding its latch ~ bird on a post looking to the right then looking left ~ floating shadows the autumn river takes a sudden turn ~ natal stream my steelhead trout bound for open sea ~ twilight frenzy a twisting cloud of mayflies ~ clearing skies the neighbor's horse washed clean Schar Freeman ~ ~ ~ ~ Schar Freeman, aka
ScharCbear, is a mother of 4 sons,
R. D. McManes the summer sun rising above a field of corn stalks ~ a wine glass catches the evening sun ~ warm wind blowing gently across the lake ~ the sun is slowly setting as shadows race ~ between the trees the wings of a crow gathering sunlight R. D. McManes Born December 24th 1953 in McAlester Ok Author of five volumes of poetry, “Reflections in a Poets Mirror”, "Love from a Poetic Point of View”, “Poetic Sighs”, "Don’t Read Me Like Some Poem" and “We Ain’t in Kansas No More”. I have been published by Saucyvox, Literary Expresso, Prairie Poetry, Write on, and was featured poet at Haikuhut. I am a member of the Kansas Author’s Club. My author website is www.macpoetry.com. Rhiannon/ WiseHeron
giant sunflower faces gaze down in wonder, so small faces that gaze back up ~ the new moon waxing in the indigo night sky seems like a shy child ~ sweet cherry blossoms pink scent in the afternoon air Nippon's springtime joy ~ a soft song on sand ocean waves wash on the shore starfish on the beach Rhiannon/ WiseHeron has recently left the security of a city
she lived in for 35 years to live a grand adventure in the
Adirondack mountains. The two environments couldn't be
more diverse. She is inspired by her muses to write, make pottery,
crochet intricate textile arts, and is considering learning watercolor painting.
Jeannie Thompson *Eyes (water-soluble oil)
*still kept motionless
by unfeeling oppressors
I too peer and wait
Redolent (colored pencil on paper) Jeannie Thompson is a web developer, graphic artist and college student. She's also the proud mommy of one three year-old boy. You can visit her at jeannieblinks.com. John L.Vogel A lover's breathing background to nocturnal sounds; quiet security. ~ Damp grass on my feet as I run to the curb for the morning paper. ~ Lost sky in the clouds Overcast for days and days Where are all my stars? John L. Vogel is a professional librarian in Washington DC. In the past three years, he's managed to somehow get himself sent to Switzerland, India, and Colorado, all in the line of duty. He has perfected the art of disciplinary haiku with the help of his daughter. jlvogel@comcast.net Copyright © 2003 All written work/art belongs to the author unless otherwise stated. Contact Webmistress with comments/questions. |