Tanka
water-clock...
an ancient jade toad
catches time’s drips
its mouth brimming
with the sound of now
chance encounter
seeing you again after
all these years...
once my body ached for you
now it aches for no reason
twilight—
a flock of starlings
twist and turn
like black chiffon
in a gentle breeze
letting go
of your hand we each
slip away
into the night alone
as boats from their moorings
thinking of a
friend
long dead… his easy smile
the lilt
of that Irish voice
reciting poetry
admiring
today’s blue dome
the sun warms
but the wind bites
with teeth of ice
like a moth
to a flame love draws me
to its warmth…
but oh this third degree
burn of the heart
workshop
the smell of koa wood shavings
lacquer and glue…
a ukelele fills the air
with that island sound
meditation tape
as I rest my eyes her words
vanquish cares…
I drift into a place
that has no deadlines
found
on my way home
a golden dollar...
all the way home
I turn it in my pocket
Read André
Surridge's haiku in the
"leaves Haiku Thread
Read André
Surridge's haiku in the
"harvest moon" Kukai
About André
Surridge
André Surridge:
Born in Hull, England, André lives in the city of Hamilton,
New Zealand. He is the winner of several writing awards for
both poetry and playwriting.
