SPRING HAIKUS
1.
Host to all living
things, Earth’s Spring welcomes all,
even alien weeds.
2.
Tardy blossoming
for roses, lilacs, myrtle,
becomes tardy spring.
3.
Purpling greening lawns,
creeping myrtle provides grass
an excuse to grow.
4.
Ah, spring, though late,
is spring sprung and spread:
balm to icy blahs.
—Albert B. Casuga
04-21-11
Prompt: Even the invaders’ spring is late: barberry, lilac, multiflora rose just now leafing out, the hated myrtle purpling what used to be a lawn.---Dave Bonta, Morning Porch, 04-21-11
Outside, / the wind has no regard for our little nostalgias. ---Luisa A. Igloria
My endlessly tattling nieta asks:
“Who is that old woman on the wall, abuelo?
Why does she follow me wherever I go?”
I have always meant to dust it off,
this picture on the wall: a patrician pose,
an arching neck, a hint of a shy smile.
“No one you know. But sing me another song,
that one about a new song unto the world.
How does that go again? Sing a new song.”
“Her eyes are sad, and they always follow me.
Why does she do that, abuelo? Is she lonely?
And she has a funny-looking dress. Tra-la, lala.”
But that was another time. Another world.
At sundown I look into those eyes, and I go there,
beside her, and sing old songs. O, the old songs!
The late spring wind ruffles the gossamer curtains
brushing against the jangling chime bells: outside,
the wind has no regard for our little nostalgias.
—Albert B. Casuga
04-22-11
Collaborative Poem Prompt: This poem is a response to Luisa A. Igloria's Via Negativa post. http://www.vianegativa.us/2011/04/dear-letter-that-arrives-long-after-its-sender-is-gone/
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