the poet and his doubts

HAIKU OFFERING TO MY FELLOW POETS



a scathing review
should not cast you in a trance
tho your blood cries out


are you stuck with words?
then string them around your neck
they will set you free


whatever they say
remember Kipling's advice
about self-control


a drop of honey
a taste of eternity
wrapped in syllables


thanks to the haiku
you can recreate the world
or leave not a trace


before man could speak
he knew poetry
by intuition


foreign relations
is the language one uses
when love has no place


like ships in the night
like clouds shredding in the blue
like your closing heart


the boat is sinking
but who thinks of the havoc
wrought in the ocean


travel to the stars
with your bag of memories
and earth's illusions


in desperation
let dreams carry you away
they'll color your pain