Cuttings - June

 

Short Poems
Haiku, Free Verse, Tercets, Senryu, Quatrains, Couplets, Fragments
One to Ten Line Poems


By

Michael P. Garofalo

 


 

 

 

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June

 

Red Bluff, Tehama County, California

 

 

 

 

 

                         cool night--
                                            watering the orchard
                                            in the moonlight

 

 

 

 

                                                                           new moon--
                                                                           my flashlight
                                                                           cuts a path

 

 

 

                                  June snowflakes:
                                  cottonwood fluff
                                  floating on the breeze.

 

 

 

                                                           midnight moon--
                                                                                                       three mares
                                                                                                       traced by shadows

 

 

 

               Weeds turn yellow as the days grow long;
                          we move the sprinkler on the lawn.

 

 

 

                     covered with ants--
                                dead lizard
                                disappearing ......... bit by bit

 

 

 

                                                                    Spotted dog
                                                                    lusting to kill a lamb--
                                                                    shot dead.

 

 

 

                            Broken pencil--
                                        anyway,
                                                             I'm short on words.

 

 

 

 

                                                                  Eastern sun
                                                                                                   between Cascades and clouds--
                                                                                        glowing red hollyhocks.

 

 

 

 

                                     Cherries and berries
                                     ripening fast--
                                     her sweet lips are red.

 

 

 

 

                  Loose mind
                  jumping out of its skin--
                  a rattlesnake.

 

 

 

                                                                   Nimble fingers picking
                                                                                                               fistfuls of cherries--
                                                                                                                     spitting pits.

 

 

 

                                      Graduation Day
                                      pat on my son's back--
                                      cameras flash.

 

 

 

 

                  Coming, here, gone:
                  Flowers in the Sky.                                                        
                  In the blink of one false eye,
                  In the blink of One True Eye,             
                  flowers in the empty sky;
                  Shimmering, scented ... gone,
                  Gone, gone, gone far beyond              
                  Their seeds of arising.
                  But, staying, Here-Now,
                  A Great Marvel of Manifestation.         
                  Bodhisvattas - for the bees.

                           -    Emptiness in Full Bloom

 

 

 

 

                                                                  Gardens for the eyes,
                                                                                                                    gardening for the hands--
                                                                                                              a flashlight in the dark.

 

 

                                                      Early morning
                                                      purple clouds--
                                                      flies on my pants.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Candle Bright

 

                            

 

 

 

 

                                 Swat!  Swat!
                                                                    more flies fall ...
                                                                     her aim is true.

 

 

                          Crazy Cloud Ikkyu--
                                                skin on a skeleton
                                                listening to the dead.

 

 

                                                    My son's old friend, tall and tan,
                                                    a different person, now a man.

 

 

                      I dreamt I died.
                      Followed by

 

 

                                                                          Green plums
                                                                          bend their branches,
                                                                          bowing to Pomona.

 

 

Sharing the windstreams--
            cattails and cottonwoods
            casting cottony seeds.

 

 

                                          Removing cattails
                                          till the pond is clear--
                                          six empty bird nests.

 

 

 

Summer - Quotes and Poems

 

 

 

Frogs leaping
far into the pond,
ahead of a snake.

 

 

                     Late rain
                     softening dry ground--
                     drips off my nose.

 

 

                                        White sun
                                        behind a black cloud--
                                        moon flowers curling up.

 

 

                                                     Walking the fence line, eyes downcast;
                                                      humming a rock tune, smiling at last.

 

 

            Raccoon up the willow,
            dog nearby--
            both tensed: eye to eye.

 

 

                                         No flowers, no bees;
                                         No bees, no flowers.
                                         Blooming and buzzing,
                                         Buzzing and blooming;
                                         Married and still in Love.

 

 

If you have a hoe, She will give you another.
If you don't have a hoe, She will take it away.

 

 

                       Magpies hop and squawk to start our day,
                       begging for dog food in the feeder tray.

 

 

As night turns to day
mountains appear ...
                  I stretch and yawn.

 

 

                                                            Full opal moon
                                                            rises above Lassen forest--
                                                            laughter around campfires.

 

 

 

       The smell of wet clay on a warm Spring day;
       in a shaded orchard, sprinklers tick and spray.

 

 

 

Flowers

 

 

 

Prop plane
roaring as it turns--
            everyone looks up.

 

 

                        Last day of school
                        drags on and on--
                        cheering at the final bell.

                        Carefully
                        locking library doors--
                                     Treasures in a safe.

                        Memories of a teacher
                        dead for decades--
                        refreshed in a dream.

 

 

Squirming,
uncomfortable with the truth--
liars listen.

 

 

 

      a crying
             daughter
                    makes a midnight call--
Love is awkward    

 

 

 

                                             Cutting down
                                             a dry dead tree:
                                             pull to cut, pull to cut, pull to cut .....

 

 

Laker Championships
won and lost
in the squeaking of seconds.

 

 

 

Spring - Quotes for Gardeners

 

 

 

Long-legged whore
shadowed by streetlights--
shiny boots.

 

 

                                                               Sitting still
                                                               in deep shade--
                                                               the dog licks my sweaty arm.

 

 

Since daybreak,
hoeing and mowing ...
                  siesta time.

 

 

                                              After the long wait ...
                                               twisted wreckage,
                                              glancing at death.

 

 

                                                                       North Valley Heat
                                                                       attacked!
                                                                       Spring died.

 

 

Last day of Spring
ripe purple plums drop--
form is emptiness.

First day of Summer
ditch completely dry--
emptiness is form.   

 

 

 

 

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                            Bouncing on the tractor as the day moves to dusk;
                            Mulching up dry weeds, trailed by dust.

 

 

 

Huge white oleanders
          hide tiny black flies ...
                                  Yang solstice.

 

 

Crack!
kitchen faucet breaks--
             priorities change.

 

 

 

                                                     Vociferous killdeers
                                                                                             limp away--
                                                                                             eggs on gravel. 

 

 

 

 

                               Quang Duc poured the gasoline
       
                                     Over his head till it soaked to his feet;
                                           He sat down calmly on a Saigon street,
                                           Straightened his robe, his purpose keen:
                                           To Protest Injustice and the horrors of war.

                                                  Lighting the match - he Exploded in Flames.

                                                  One image from 'Nam was burned in my brain.

                                                                             -   June 11, 1963

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Haiku Poetry
Links and References

 

 

 

Cuttings

Footsteps on the Stones of Epiphanies

Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo

Haiku, Couplets, Senryu, Free Verse, Quatrains, Fragments

 

 

 

Author Index to Haiku Poetry on the Internet
 
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Comments About the Poetry Notebooks of Mike Garofalo

 

 

 

 

One Short of a Baker's Dozen
Sonnets, 10-16 Line Free Verse Poems, Rengay, Haibun
By Michael P. Garofalo

 

 

 

Teaching Haiku Poetry:  Links, References and Quotes

 

 

 

The Body as Audience

by

Ann Gleeson

 

 

 

 

Quotes for Gardeners

Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Poetry, Maxims, Quips, Cliches, Adages, Wisdom
A Collection Growing to Over 2,700 Quotes Arranged by Over 130 Topics
Many of the Documents Include Recommended Readings and Internet Links.
Compiled by Michael P. Garofalo

 

 

 

 

Pulling Onions
By Michael P. Garofalo
Quips and Observations of a Gardener

 

 

 

The Spirit of Gardening


 

 

 

 

 



 

 

Copyrighted © 1999 - 2001 by Michael P. Garofalo.  All rights reserved.

 

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A Short Biography of Mike Garofalo

 


Garofalo's Poetry Notebook II
Cuttings:  June - Hot Spring Days
Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo
64K, 30 April 2002, Version 4.3.
Distributed on the Internet since September 1, 1999.

 


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Quotes for Gardeners

Zen Poetry

Concrete Poetry

The History of Gardening Timeline

Haiku and Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo

 

 

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