subdued rain blowing
whispers through the topmost leaves,
trickles down to earthebutton 6/27/2k
"One evening I stood beneath a plum
tree for shelter during a soft summer rain.
A rare zenith moon was overhead,
and for a moment, after the rain stopped,
the corpulent raindrops were still
clinging to the leaves and branches.
Suddenly the moonlight broke through
and transformed the droplets into
brightly glowing crystals of light.
"I think there is a haiku here."
-- John Frary, June 2000
daughters of moonlight,
a chorus on the plum tree -
reflecting silenceebutton 8/03/2k
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Sol Satellite
I think I should write,
sharing my thoughts with the world -
circling through cold spaceebutton 5/5/2k
This poem is about an ego inflation, which is then perspectively deflated.
My weird Existence
my weird existence
defies rational explanation -
other windows serveebutton 8/3/2k
My Internet Gang
my internet gang -
we're an eclectic bunchwe run with the wolves
and the mastodons,
the woolly mammoth
and the griffinwe also smell flowers
and taste sweet nectars
we see bird soar
and the butterflya part of us is artist
and a chef and a poet
a part of us is a young heart
in an old souloften we dream of dragons
or of elves or of waking
and paint pictures too,
sometimes with wordsone of us is an alien,
stranger to a lost world -
we ask among ourselves
to discover the oneebutton 3/29/2k,
for Sid, Suz, Jerrold, John, Ed C. and Ed B.
models serve us best
with studied undulations -
Waffle House waitressebutton 3/30/2k
(Imagine appropriate comments, disclaimers, and notices here.)
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