Samples of my poems from my first haiku collection, Eight Shades of Blue: Haiku.
within blue gray smoke
a tramp in my field
gazes at migrating geese—
so homeless and free
bits of trellis
deep within its coils—
this ancient face
lit by the eyes of a child—
it’s time to shed
dug-in in Da Nang—
most ghastly lessons
clutch their babies
both sides of bars
Glittering black lake tonight,
bright butter moon, your stunning yellow light.
At the bottom of the wishing well,
a thank-you note lies bleeding ink.
Dazed, in the doctor’s office;
the foreign sound of laughter in the hall.
Vintner’s terrace dapples in warm rain.
What fragrance from the mingled wine!
Low sun at late day; finally, a breeze.
The lake glitters at its touch.
Waiting for her at the clinic.
Windows writhe with rivulets of rain.
from Eight Shades of Blue: Haiku ©2005 Denis M. Garrison