Seven Pebbles

A haiku is like a smooth, shiny pebble among a heap of stones: one moment, striking and poignant, standing out among the many humdrum hours and minutes of our days.  The form of the poem (five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables) is very difficult for me because of its brevity, so I made myself write one haiku every day day for a week.

i.

Human

Refracted light and

broken image hurtling toward

dim Eternity.

ii.

Firefly

Reach out, catch dusk. Flash!

Hold glory for an instant:

summer majesty.

iii.

Casserole

Herb stalks: windblown grasses;

salmon flakes: wild coral blooms;

bread cubes: sandstone blocks.

iv.

Touch

Bright pooling wonder;

a bubble of forever:

mothwing fingers meet.

v.

Fog

Clouds wet my lips in

the gray ghosts echoing;

words return empty.

vi.

Bread

Steam like blessing curls

from crackling crust, creamy crumbs:

Heaven in a bite.

vii.

Song

Waves of sound wash in

and out; tides of melody

Carry me away.

© Sheila Roberts

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