“A Few Haiku (17)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#97)

I have burned my hands
In the furnace of the past
Stoking memories

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(#98)

Stars write arias
For the bashful moon to sing
But who will listen

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(#99)

I have made my peace
Sitting under willow trees
In the green shadows

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(#100)

Does the floating leaf
Fear whitewater’s treachery
It has no regrets

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(#101)

Rest my ear aground
Listen to the planet’s heart
Know my place on earth

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(#102)

In the hushed forest
Eternity speaks to me
In jade whisperings

“A Few Haiku (16)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#91)

How can hope survive
Solitary kitchen chair
And the empty bed

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(#92)

These old feet are numb
Memories are bitter cold
I must watch my step

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(#93)

I sought from the fox
Wisdom; he gave me instead
A flash of his tail

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(#94)

Breeze in bamboo grove
Sake choko clattering
Empty memories

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(#95)

Who has spilled the sky
Into the pond? Sunset fire
Burns lotus blossoms

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(#96)

Once, in the forest
Autumn taught me of sorrow
What will winter bring

“A Few Haiku (15)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#85)

Fruit rots on the ground
In unattended orchard
Our love slowly dies

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(#86)

I plant hopes and dreams
In the fertile soil but I
Still must pray for rain

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(#87)

Sly kitsune slinks
Among magenta kiku
Shrewd white-tip-tailed imp

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(#88)

Thirsty tamarisk
In its drunken reveling
Drains oasis dry

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(#89)

Let the bitter plum
Remind you to cherish the
Sweetness of the pear

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(#90)

Those old stars above
Whisper of antiquity
And enduring hope

“A Few Haiku (14)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#79)

Under darkened skies
Of depression even my
Shadow flees from me

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(#80)

Light devoid of warmth
Casts the moon as villainous
Skulking through the trees

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(#81)

Myths of ancient days
Etched in runes on ruined wood
Worm trails on old trees

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(#82)

Those cicadas know
What lies ahead is better
Than what’s left behind

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(#83)

Desiccated husks
Of bad memories remain
Rattle restlessly

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(#84)

Memories of lilac
Wild rose and hollyhock
Melancholy prose

“A Few Haiku (13)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#73)

Those who lost their way
In Aokigahara
Must be remembered

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(#74)

In the sea of trees
Koto and shamisen play
Sorrowful dirges

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(#75)

When the mist is thick
I can’t see the whip-poor-wills
Calling out to me

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(#76)

The cold moon sails on
A black sea of bitter stars
Wake of cosmic tears

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(#77)

Early morning mist
In the green konara copse
Forest holds its breath

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(#78)

Autumn has no shame
Strips away the world’s facade
Exposes our sins

“A Few Haiku (12)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#67)

Regret stills haunts me
Even though my heart tells me
I did all I could

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(#68)

When I am in need
God responds to all my prayers
“Return to sender”

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(#69)

The days come and go
But sometimes inside my heart
The night never leaves

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(#70)

Summer sun has gone
That impostor in the sky
Only leaves me cold

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(#71)

Autumn’s thievery
Has left more than trees barren
Summer leaves no heir

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(#72)

Seasons’ edges blurred
Snow on flowers, freezing rain
I seek clarity

“A Few Haiku (11)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#61)

Earth, sea and sky have
Tales to tell; be patient
For they speak slowly

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(#62)

I attain wisdom
Not from church or pagoda
But from woods and streams

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(#63)

When winter wind blows
All pretense is torn away
Bares my soul to all

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(#64)

Whispering sea shell
Tells of life I could have had
If I’d dared to live

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(#65)

This overgrown path
Filled with rocks and thorns cannot
Lead me home again

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(#66)

bitter early snow
I don’t recognize this world
anymore

“A Few Haiku (10)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#55)

Caught like wounded prey
In sharp fangs of granite crags
Dusk sun spills its blood

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(#56)

Those coins that fall through
Gaps in floorboards forgotten
Like old memories

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(#57)

My heart recalls you
Like my broken bleeding thumb
Recalls the hammer

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(#58)

Do my deafened ears
Make me any less human
I hear with my heart

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(#59)

Scarlet gilia
Weep sweet tears in sage meadow
After thunderstorm

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(#60)

On my back porch step
There’s so much to think about
And so little time

“A Few Haiku (9)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#49)

The silent garden
My mother’s memories
Germinate

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(#50)

There is never joy
In the dark night of the soul
I embrace the dawn

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(#51)

I still hear the sound
Of breezes in bamboo groves
When I think of you

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(#52)

Some days all I need
Is to watch the spotted cat
Chasing butterflies

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(#53)

It is my hope when
Kiku bloom in time to come
You’ll remember me

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(#54)

My old hoe is dull
And the weeds resist its blade
Still I toil on

“A Few Haiku (8)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#43)

Sweat upon my brow
Dries to crystal salt; my toil
Earns ivory crown

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(#44)

Early morning mist
Mother cloud comes home to nest
Earth is safe and warm

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(#45)

Insects whispering
Secrets filled with mystery
As I plant the rice

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(#46)

In the pond I learned
All I need to know of life
Koi glide peacefully

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(#47)

My old white dog tries
To catch the swift stream but he
Only ends up wet

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(#48)

In these callused hands
There is dirt beneath the nails
Strength and wisdom too