Haiku Series
Celia Blake
The tiger trained me
to creep through fire, but I learned—
to fly over tides.
The wolf left bones strewn
The pup howl rode with the wind
They ran out the den
Turkey calls silent
wobbles stumbling a breath for
bird’s-eye reckoning.
Decades of desert
We survive—two doves dancing
as the starlight guides.
Through a waterfall
I see a whirlwind—my heart
‘til she lets me sleep.
Lovely silver days
Feather clouds soothe the sky—my
shadow thins away.
Oh, Santana! Your
rhythmic soul I recognize—
streaming out my sighs
Big Spirit Moon I
Am in tune—beneath the Earth
I hear the spheres sing
Fire from ash, my life.
Air, my spirit flight—Earth, my
strength. Water, my peace.
Walking with wings in
days
pass
like fog on dark nights —
all and nothing breathes
Wandering into
the mist, through leaves
and reeds to
timelessness—
charmed, free
In stillness I roar
writing pink pictures
counting—
my breaths and my screams.
Why I went into
the woods: to be
away—
from
Wifi
wasted time.
I used to write free
style poetry—found my voice
Singing scars and needs
I wore myself out.
Do-overs are just
circles of
stubborn love
and death.
Lakefront view lifeline
Emily-Dickinson-type
stuck—
in the webbed world
out from the cycles of hell
walked into light
I dwell—calm at this level.
Seven circles float
as above so below keys
swimming upward—love
I walked through the door
and smelled 1984,
heard a typewriter.
Social media
Shares Picasso’s blue in the
Shards of warped time-gone.
Pouring sound meets Earth
Quiet bird witnesses the
swallowing—cleansing.
These senses can’t be
I’m still a child dreamer
Afflicted yet free
Magical slumber
Like she never felt before
He rapture
In Love.
Don’t explain your soul
To someone else’s demons.
They will not hear you.
Morning mist, summoned
strength—guarding golden woman
Warrior treks on
Look! The horizon
The East beckons—
The new light
Feeds us, guides our way
And the sun came up.
The Earth breathed hope
sprouting love—
And the fairies danced
Each white elk watches
Silent medleys recognized.
Synchronized swans swim—
Negative and old are cleansed
I fly with eagles
New courage New Love Amen
Golden minutes see
lovely face smiling at me
We—technolaughing
Blessings recognized
I rest within southeast wind
My window opened
Nine poems written down
Four tucked away in her heart
Peeking out her soul
Haiku Series, by Celia Blake
2018-2023, all rights reserved
Postscript poem~
Six Senses
Write the way the third eye sees.
Reveal to me through pen and ink.
As words create life for sharing.
Awaken friends and see . . .
