Cuttings: Summer

 

Selected Short Poems
Haiku, Couplets, Senryu, Free Verse, Quatrains, Fragments
One to Fourteen Line Poems


By

Michael P. Garofalo

 

 

 

 


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Summer

 

Red Bluff, Tehama County, California

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

                                     our lips smack
                                separating
                                     our fantasies

                                                             [July]

 

 

 

                  Moonflowers aglow
                along the lattice walls;
                        a candlelit porch.

                                            [September]

 

 

 

Going to and fro--
footprints on the  gravel path
silently pacing.

[August]

 

 

 

          Freely
           jumping over         our childish
                                       limitations.

                                                                             [August]

 

 

 

   sunburnt
       wasted land
                           bristling with star thistles

                                [July]

 

 

 

 

This cat in my lap
purring, eyes closed, ears back--
fur on my fingers.

[September]

 

 

 

 

                    Sharpening the shovel
                    Shiny edge of steel
                    Sparks

                                                        [July]

 

 

 

 

                                     Black figs fattening 
                                     in the bright sun --
                                     birdless skies.

                                                                              [August] 

 

 

 

 

 

                          I sit, still.
                          The canyon river chants,
                          moving mountains.

                                                               [August]

 

 

 

 

       I was thinking about "the Absolute"
       (whatever that is)
       yesterday.  (Philosophers enjoy
       the rush of mental masochism:
       bondage to leathery ideas,
       painful flagellation with cutting words,
       the humiliation of utter confusion.)

       Absolute Zero - Death!
       Clearly, a deep shivering Super-Conducting
       Absolute No.  

       Then,
       The Past: a second ago, a century ago...
       Dead Time - absolutely kaputt!

                                        -   Kaputt,   One Short of a Baker's Dozen

 

 

 

 

 

Duck feathers
            floating on the pond--
      dappled dusk sky.


                              [August]

 

 

 

 

                 morning coffee sans sugar
                 sipped in silence--
                 still her cold shoulder

                                               [September]

   

 

 

                                                          The back door
                                               Bangs shut!
                                                          September gust.

                                                                                              [September]

 

 

 

            Bad karma bleeding
            over centuries of hate;
            a heartless eye for a blind eye,
            a toothless scream for another.

                       We wiped away
                       our tears--
                       late summer sunset.

                                                     [September 11, 2001]

 

 

 

 

 

 

               Crape myrtle, brilliant red, bursting forth;
               Hiding the garden.
               Some days, only the Garden, entire, serene;
               Yet, hiding from sight, shy, single plants.  
               Seeing Both, seldom, but as One: 
               Sweat poured from my startled brow,
               Dripping on the dry earth,
               And all became Sunshine
               And shadows of surprise unraveling.    

                                                                              [August]

 

 

 

 

 

                            dark green
                            bean field -
                            blazing sun

                                                                         [August]

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cuttings

 

June

July

August

September

October

 

 

 

 

Summer  -  Quotes for Gardeners

 

 

 

 

 

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Haiku Poetry 
Links, References, Guides

 

 

 

 

Cuttings
Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo
Haiku, Couplets, Free Verse, Senryu, Quatrains, Limericks, Fragments
One to Fourteen Line Poems

 

 

 

 

Comments About the Poetry Webpages of Mike Garofalo

 

 

 

Teaching Haiku Poetry:  Links, References and Quotations

 



Above the Fog - Zen Poems

 

 

 

 

One Short of a Baker's Dozen
Sonnets, 10-30 Line Free Verse Poems, Rengay, Haibun
By Michael P. Garofalo

 

 

 

 

 

The Body as Audience

by

Ann Gleeson



 


Quotes for Gardeners

Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Poetry, Maxims, Quips, Clichés, 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
Quips and Observations about Gardening
By Michael P. Garofalo

 

 

 

 

 

The Spirit of Gardening


 

 

 

 

 



 

 

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A Short Biography of Mike Garofalo

 


Garofalo's Poetry Notebook II
Cuttings:  Summer.   
Selected Haiku and Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo
25K, 11 September 2002, Version 4.9.

 

 

 

The Spirit of Gardening

Quotes for Gardeners

Zen Poetry

The History of Gardening Timeline

Haiku Poetry: Links, References, Resources

Haiku and Short Poems by Michael P. Garofalo

 

 

 

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