Free Verse

 

 

Shanna Baldwin Moore, US   Free Verse   that certain sound   lonesome call of the wind outside my door as if a train sound winding its way on through the dark of night calling my name beckoning a new song     for the lady   The Venice Beats the rhythm of their words sound of huarache's on a misty morning's wet cobble stone streets black ink pen in hand and a blank page touching the face of God their words echo down those breezeways... protesting for the "Lady" mans mad anger looking for another road slowly ..migrating to a" mile high mountain" in Denver their faces now etched in stone in Hawaii on a six mile high mountain a tree touches the face of God a Koa tree planted for the poets words falling blowing in the breeze filling the page     indian supper   Loke...bring your sweet someone and your slack key guitar self to my house for Indian supper sausage dressing in a baked pumpkin oysters on the half shell wild rice and music we be blessing the new walls and foot stompen the floor     a new song   lonesome call of the wind outside my door as if a train sound winds its way on through the dark of night calling my name beckoning a new song     Haibun   first night   a home in the islands a house on the mountain a roof for the rain to dance upon no doors or windows yet as the mist curls through the loft a soft bed with a view of the stars the laughter of my son echoes ... of a slack key guitar first night in my new house endless possibilities     Tanka   no moon tonight and the tide is high time for holo holo* catch the fish with the big eye   * the fishermen say they are going holo holo so the fish dont know..hard luck to say your going fishing holo holo means to go cruizing on an adventure ...go for a ride     Kyoka   be prepared   living on the edge for so long suddenly aware I childproof my home for my old age     Read Haiga by Shanna Baldwin Moore   Three Haiga     Video—Venice Beat's