Sketchbook  John Daleiden, US

 

 

Sedoka* Appetites You left me no note saying why toast and cereal were cold, uneaten at home. Dear, does your lover enjoy fresh warm meals tonight as I wash dishes alone? *Sedoka is a Japanese verse form

 

 

Sijo Transformations Icy cold, buried in snow, I sing the blues through dreary nights. Wake up Spring, I need colors to brighten days—to lift my mind. Sun—at last water and warmth restore scents of hyacinths.

 

 

Mirror Cinquain We, The People           In ships, crowded, huddled, we sailed from despised lands— a land of immigrants destined for birth. Our trust tested by hardship and great strife— far from our old grim homes, we plowed new fields, and dreamed.     For You Love songs, February anthems, bubble from hearts— from the doldrums of winter dregs, Spring dawns.     A Breakfast Note Just so you know, my dear, the roses are for you— be ready for dinner at eight tonight.     Obscure In The Clouds Before I met you, love was a distant mountain, an unreachable Everest, remote.

 

 

Haiku icy white cold— buried in the depths of snow a bit of blue     these red roses in a glass vase for you what more can I say

 

 

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