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John Daleiden, US
 

 

 

 

Dialouge of an Old Sot and a Leprechaun

A Sequence of Tetractys

 

Lo,
spirit,
why do you
knock so loudly
on my window before the sun is up?

Oh! ye' be the funny green leprechaun
celebratin'
Paddy's Day
before
dawn.

Off,
varmi't

I'll shoot 'ye
in your cocked-hat
ye' red coated critter come to do harm!

I be needin' me sleep, I do, old sport

so leave me dream
yet awhile

I'm tired,
see!

I'll
meet ye'
in an hour
at rainbow's end

later we'll share a bit of your old gold.

And with that I sat up in my warm bed
wishin' I'd said
more kind words
to this
sprite.

 

 

Farewell to Winter

A Haiku Sequence

 

night fall—
withered chrysanthemums
buried in show

last frost
etched on my window pane
mountains and valleys

icy moon—
the stillness of winter
on White Mountain

warmer—clear skies,
sunny weather forecast—
a touch of Spring

strains of Mozart—
from a heated balcony
we watch winter stars

drip drip, drip, drip
of icicles at dawn—
the stop light changes

at noon one crocus
blooms in melting snow—
a brave new world

cherry blossoms
next week in my garden
a Spring Soirée

 

 

Cinquain Sequence

Reflections on Tranquility

 

When fears
overwhelm me
like a fierce hurricane,
then I picture grandpa's pasture
of cows.


Sublime,
cows sit and chew
or stand and graze all day—
at dusk they trail back to the gate
content.


We milk
them in the stalls,
talking with gentle hands,
coaxing the white gold from udders
brim full.


Later,
in solitude
Daisy leads the whole herd
back to pasture, nibbling grass
all night.


Secure
in their safe world,
the meadow and the barn—
they escape our moments of fear
and doubt.


Could we
achieve the calm,
deliberate life of cows?
Or are we condemned to suffer
from fears?

 

 

Haiku

 

our rendezvous—
beside a steaming tea pot
white narcissus

 

 

icicle reflections
on a late winter day—
red sunset

 

 

blue skies—
laundry on the clothesline
fills with the breeze

 

 

serene Spring pool—
caressing ancient rocks
the crash of water

 

 

river sandbar—
in a fragrant breeze
sandpipers pecking

 

 

we stand together
in falling cherry blossoms
sweet birdsong

 

 

evening mist—
green tea in porcelain cups
to warm our hands

 

 

Three Renhai on a Theme

 

Duplicity # 1

Gillena Cox, TT (gc) and John Daleiden, US (jd)
 

Choosing tomatoes
at the street market—
the smell of pineapples   
/gc

A steady flow of traffic   /gc
mid-spring, a sudden snow storm   
/jd

A farewell note
with the dozen roses—

the song of a lark   
/jd

 

Notes

 

 

Duplicity #2
 

The toasty crunch
Of breakfast cereal—
Spilt milk   
/gc

Rain clouds more and more greying   /gc
counterfeit tens in the cash   
/jd

on Main Street
only empty store fronts—
Hollywood USA   
/jd

Notes

 

 

Duplicity #3

 

Gillena Cox, TT (gc) and John Daleiden, US (jd)
 

the hooker
works her street corner—
a five o'clock shadow   
/jd

street sweepers' voices at dawn   /gc
flatulence of "corpse flowers"   
/jd

she melts in his arms—
one teaspoon of sugar stirred
into the coffee   
/gc

 

Notes

 

 

Solo Renhai
 

Tipping the Scales

 

cherry blossoms
fall on kissing lovers—
a twilight breeze   

La donna č mobile—   
rainfall on her wedding day   

divorce court—
the judge slams his gavel
on the man's rude talk   

 

Notes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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