6/11/21

New | Poetry | Haiku | Joe Sebastian





bird poo on head

the Buddha still
still

counting his days
on two and a half octaves
of the bansuri


on the distant notes 
of a bamboo flute...
descends dusk


on a clothesline...
a hen pigeon
missing her surname


on a potters wheel
yet to take final shape
child bride


taro leaf...
a  mountain waltzes
in a droplet

belated wishes...
taking time to write
the right words


dawn light
how it fills nests 
of night birds


*Image of Meditating Budhha via Wikimedia Commons

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