Yet Silence

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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HAIKU: AUTUMN’S CONFETTI

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The colorful leaves

HAIKU: AUTUMN IS ENDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn Is Ending

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HAIKU: AUTUMN IS ENDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn Is Ending

In Stanmer Woods

In Stanmer Woods the trees stand tall
and sheltered down below
I stand as if on tippy-toe
as I’m quietly in the know
For up above the wind blows free
with frigid winter blast
yet down upon the bracken floor
there’s stillness here to last

Roots

Future dreams are trees
With their roots in the present:
Give them water now.

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Rafiki’s Nikki

HAIKU: AUTUMN IS ENDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn Is Ending

Descending

As a youth,
I knew not of crowded city streets,
the smells of compacted people,
all their schedules and goals and jostling.

I loved the woods,
and the lake waters, and the snow.
The many greens of Midsummer:
faded teal, fatty yellow, dark forest, zingy lime;
wreaths of chlorophylls dewed and shiny.

A TREE MEMORY

The fire burned hot

the memories of the stately tree wafting skyward

up through the chimney

to eternity

A century of shade and thousands of nuts

gathered by humans, squirrels & birds

is no longer

HAIKU: THE WIND WAGES WAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Siege Continues

Muted Bird – form poetry

image, shutterstock

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Birds

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HAIKU: AUTUMN’S CONFETTI

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The colorful leaves

Travel

*Alliteration Poem – Travel*

7th Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Thunders throng, torches twirl
Tusks tainted, timber tracks
Tropics tussle, tepid trunk
Thud trees, thud thoughts
Twisted tyres, tracks torn

HAIKU: AUTUMN IS TEMPTING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn is tempting

The Woodland

I am inferior. Let me say it.

Let it roll on my tongue, get pressed to my inner cheek, let it
fall out to the earth, let the solar rays shine on it,
the rain hammer over it,
the soil encapsulate it,
have it arise.

The Forest

The Forest

-Linda Lee Lyberg

When the ebony night falls

Deep in the hidden forest

The trees come alive and dance

To the cricket’s lulling chorus.

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The clatter and hiss
Rain falling through the

Prayer (haiku)

Soft wind stirs the trees
makes the branches bend and bow
in holy reverence

How Many Trees

How many trees does it take to clothe a mountain?
How many grains form the river’s watershed?
How many drops does it take to fill a fountain?
How many hairs wave and toss upon my head?

Trees

Shafts of cellulose stretching to the sky
Leafed about with greens

nine lives of fog

fog peered over the fence
shyly curling fingers around
cold tree knuckles, warming
their hands chilled by

Heronswood

I can walk the world in the Heronswood,
I can walk and talk with the horticulturists
and the nature gods. I can meet with cultures
I never knew, the Thalictrum, the Fuchsia,
the Phlox, the Hakonechloa. With my fingers
I can brush the Bishop’s Hat, with my toes

the falls

i often envy cherry blossoms and clouds
because when i slip, my fall hits hard
i scrape my hands, bruise my knees –
yet when i stand under cherry blossom trees
as a breeze kicks up its heels, all i feel

hush chills

the leaves twist their fingers
telling the wind to hush
as it prattles on, rushing across
the necks of rivers, slithering up
the spines of bridges, biting

I Am Truth

© Photo by Doug Hahn

I am truth
in its most natural form;
I have brothers and sisters who are
different
tho just as true.
I sometimes stand alone

Sidewalk

She went for a walk,

Tripped on the sidewalk.

Bruised her elbow,

Broke her ankle.

Twisted Tree

Numerous species of trees,

Swirled, crooked, or straight.

Which specie is enculturated or astray?

The Song of the Leaves

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The Song of the Leaves

Whispers in soft Suspirations

Exhalations