Celia Blake’s Haiku Series

Haiku Series

Celia Blake

#1

The tiger trained me

  to creep through fire, but I learned—

  to fly over tides.

#2

The wolf left bones strewn

The pup howl rode with the wind

They ran out the den

#3

Turkey calls silent

wobbles stumbling a breath for

bird’s-eye reckoning.

#4

Decades of desert

We survive—two doves dancing

as the starlight guides.

#5

Through a waterfall

I see a whirlwind—my heart

‘til she lets me sleep.

#6

Lovely silver days

Feather clouds soothe the sky—my

shadow thins away.

#7

Oh, Santana! Your

rhythmic soul I recognize—

streaming out my sighs

#8

Big Spirit Moon I

Am in tune—beneath the Earth

I hear the spheres sing

#9

Fire from ash, my life.

Air, my spirit flight—Earth, my

strength. Water, my peace.

#10

Walking with wings in

days

pass

like fog on dark nights—

all and nothing breathes

#11

Wandering into

the mist, through leaves

and reeds to

timelessness—

charmed, free

#12

In stillness I roar

writing pink pictures

counting—

my breaths and my screams.

#13

Why I went into

the woods: to be

  away—

  from

Wifi

  wasted time.

#14

I used to write free

style poetry—found my voice

Singing scars and needs

#15

I wore myself out.

Do-overs are just

circles of

stubborn love

and death.

#16

Lakefront view lifeline

Emily-Dickinson-type

stuck—

in the webbed world

#17

out from the cycles of hell

walked into light

I dwell—calm at this level.

#18

Seven circles float

as above so below keys

swimming upward—love

#19

I walked through the door

and smelled 1984,

heard a typewriter.

#20

Social media

Shares Picasso’s blue in the

Shards of warped time-gone.

#21

Pouring sound meets Earth

Quiet bird witnesses the

swallowing—cleansing.

#22

These senses can’t be

I’m still a child dreamer

Afflicted yet free

#23

Magical slumber

Like she never felt before

He rapture

In Love.

#24

Don’t explain your soul

To someone else’s demons.

They will not hear you.

#25

Morning mist, summoned

strength—guarding golden woman

Warrior treks on

#26

Look! The horizon

The East beckons—

The new light

Feeds us, guides our way

#27

And the sun came up.

The Earth breathed hope

  sprouting love—

And the fairies danced

#28

Each white elk watches

Silent medleys recognized.

Synchronized swans swim—

#29

Negative and old are cleansed

I fly with eagles

New courage New Love Amen

#30

Golden minutes see

lovely face smiling at me

We—technolaughing

#31

Blessings recognized

I rest within southeast wind

My window opened

#32

Nine poems written down

Four tucked away in her heart

Peeking out her soul

Haiku Series, by Celia Blake

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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 . . .

—Celia Blake