Tag Archive: haiku


26 thru 34 of 34

Ascension too fast
Lungs explode before tongues meld
alive once again

Fine pointillism
clarity from a distance
planets at the edge

Shout hallelujah
frenzied oxygenation
salt water on lips

Accelerating
behind us time looms ahead
wrapped implicitly

Love again refrains
adrift on sunny sandbars
palm fruits, dates, acai

We are young again
stellate beings thrice reborn
twice kissed we are alone

Two swimmers azure
water beaded sky blues hope
refracted visions

Before words we were
nothing, pointed subtlety
essentially stars

Will never lose me
mouthed indistinguishably
there underwater

cc CC ‘24

18 thru 25 of 34

Suddenly without
love’s denouement sings sadly
still ache crescendos

Massive cores collapse
passages to yesterday
bridges to Other

Melody solo
lost, searching harmonically
hearts rapt atonal

When stars burn cooler
life has opportunity
everywhere blue worlds

Shall never find me
resounds off wet chamber walls
where echos loiter

The scent of Goddess
permeates all creation
sweet salinity

A flickering flame
somewhere a flue, air to breathe
pinpoint light quite dim

Life is atmosphere
creatures born to see the light
watercolorists



cc: CC '23
peace, love, light, and the promise of rejoicing

10 thru 17 of 34

Circular water
too near the edge of the falls
the promise to drown

Godspeed is lightspeed
we see until we are blind
not invisible

Holding fast they plunge
in momentary freefall
defying the crush

We are dark matter
more of us than meets the eye
feel our gravity

Two plummet headfirst
upturned soles to God’s heaven
the tickle of love

Ripped seams in space-time
blessed beings emerge headfirst
the dead prefer breach

Plumes of graceful froth
envelop twin beating hearts
up until the sere

Nothing left to burn
suns die everyday out here
to leave voids of love

cc: CC '23  peace, love and light to all

1 thru 3 of 34

Stars are formed in clouds
of gas and dust, nebulae
nuclear at core

The eddies mist cold
lavender melts under snow
bleeds purple on white

Stars provide enough
energy brightly for years
the exact lifetime

cc: Chagall - love and light to all

GMT+2, or: In the Mean Time

I am very proud to post here a collaboration between two talented poets: 
David ben Alexander and Michael Simonelli.  

Their poem "GMT+2, or: In the Mean Time"
is in the form of a Chagallian loku.  

David & Michael, thank you for your support.   ---CC

GMT+2, or: In the Mean Time
Jerusalem taupe,
winter khamsin northward streams dark sands through our glass,
one sand pebble left in the clock’s tapered shadow,
sere wind breaks our wing

somewhere now where God rests
dunes caress with downy fill, eternal grains here,
graceful echelon, mosaics carved, rarefied
stars align to coasts

the world from the clouds,
squiggly fractal boundaries in between people,
morning groggy-eyed sunrise through stretched acrylic
grounded in promise

directional signs,
herd animals jostle on, can’t forget baggage,
travelators scoot well past the red-eye's runway,
each with life in tow

sandstorm rocks taxi,
clouds all that is visible, the expectant shift,
meter stops running, zero beats to the measure,
vantage no longer

family concern,
guests gather at synagogue, Tel Aviv sunset,
the anxious await break of accident reports,
frozen winter dreams

Eilat in winter:
warm honeymoon on Red Sea, chilly salt water
waves, oceanic time curves around large bodies
at scale, we’re smallest

rare snowfall settles,
Israeli children cheer, sheer slush by morning
cold rains bring green, sprouts, plants, blooms, before springtime warmth,
allergy triggers

spring still comes each year,
rebirth, salted brine-gray fog, pied balloons aloft

David ben Alexander & Michael Simonelli, 2022

American Sentence 011922

Times Square Station, a Wednesday in time, 8:30 AM
So sad, no one naps on the subways nowadays.

cc: Chagall 2022

True That

When I am tired but inspired
I turn minimalism

Chagall 2015

Haiku For Haiku

Timeless being first
Then every man and woman
Here is God’s reserve

Chagall 2015

Timeless being first
Then every man and woman
Here’s reserved for Gods

Chagall 2015

As Cellophane Bends To The Sound

My “likes” amount to seventeen
like clockwork everyday

Seven at breakfast, five at lunch
and the rest at eve’s respite

My day has become
haiku

Chagall 2015