Don’t like poetry?

Don’t like poetry?
Why don’t you take a haiku?
It’s easy enough.

something from nothing

something from nothing
silence, slow breathing, your voice
day softly begins

Tourists face southward
New Parliament, old Palace
Cold volcano looms

Tourists face northward
Across the water Fife shines
Summer rain ends day

your distant heard voice
drifts of smoke in the distance
hearts will be broken

holidays must end
friendship, sun, hope packed away
next year, yes, next year

summer afternoon
sea-fresh skin on scorched salt skin
summer evening, night

Summer sea whirled white
Barracuda hunting tuna
Fingers cover eyes

Bent knee at sunset
Hot tears as you slowly walk
Farewell, love, goodbye

Early snow this year
My head against your shoulder
Our last breath a sigh

white-haired fisherman
tattooed divers rock his float
playing, surviving

Zeta is leaving
He calls once then… then… again
Life’s early winter