Some random non-traditional haikus

A dewdrop sparkles
the sunshine smiles on it
the dewdrop disappears

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The first shark of summer
took its prey, one swimmer's
summer's final day

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Hand to hand, the one-armed man
applauded wildly
with his one-armed friend

[ The sound of one hand clapping... ]

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The sound of one hand slapping
enlightened her
enough for her to leave

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There was a pin-drop silence
after he asked
the obvious question

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A multitude arrives
but few survive,
Darwin's favoured season

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In your cake, you found
a lucky coin -
that Christmas was your last

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Ants carry a butterfly's wing,
summer's beauty, stored as
winter's food

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What did your face look like
before you were born-
again, Christian

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I can't complete the puzzle
a piece is missing: I am missing
you

Adrift

This is another one from a few years back...

Drifting

Drifting is easy
Driven by winds,
Or borne along by currents
Not resisting
Rudderless
Going in any direction
Going nowhere

A day of drifting
the swirling eddies
sweeping you along
innocuously

A week,
a month of drifting
Not a care
in the world
Then a year
A decade
A lifetime

Drifting to that
other shore
having gone
nowhere

Like Magic

This poem is about the same girl I wrote about in Naked Beauty (though some of the imagery reminds me a little of the fiddler in Celtic Woman, who danced barefoot as she played.)

Like Magic

There was a touch
of the houdini
in her

while those around her
settled in the snug, smug comfort
of their strait-jackets

she escaped
dancing her
wild freedom
singing her
wild joy

they couldn't understand
seeing their
strait-jackets
as life-jackets
protecting them from
doing what they feared
(and even deeper down:
desired)

yes, there was a touch
of the houdini
in her
and even more so
when she shed
her last restraint

and disappeared.

Snowflakes

This one again is from a long time ago and is kind of 'rhymy', as well as a bit cliche...I guess the only original aspect of it is the marrying of uniqueness and transience together...plus it's almost in sonnet form!

Snowflakes

I've never seen a snowflake
I've heard that no two are the same
which means when one has melted
that its like is never seen again

It's frozen lace will turn to drip
a trail along the frosted glass,
we'll hardly even notice it
before it spiderwebs its last.

And so it is with those we meet,
the snowflake lives, that on the street
pass by, are never seen again,
a transient uniqueness then

evaporating in life's heat,
as evanescent as the sleet.