Apr 2, 2018 Haiku, Original Poetry
The Haiku of the Red Fox
©April 3rd, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Feathers in a cloud.
A bird’s flight ceases to be.
Young fox sits back, full.
Mother Fox, so brave
Eyes flashing, and heart breaking,
Turns away with love.
Red Fox inches close.
Chickens scrabble fruitlessly.
Grass seed on their minds.
Red Fox, lonely fox,
Shouts defiance at a dog.
Chickens dance in dust.
It’s the moonlit hour,
The boy’s mind, a battle-ground.
In his heart, young love.
Full moon blossoms bright
What is forbidden, or not,
Fades into mole-light.
Death lurks in the den.
Did He come with silent tread?
Will His spring be red?
Laughter spills in tears
Are they free at last, these two?
Will love bloom in blood?
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*In response to Rita Kalnejais’ play, “First Love is the Revolution.” Come see it. Starting April 13th. Check Events for more details.
Apr 2, 2018 Haiku, Original Poetry
Spring-Snow in April
©April 2nd, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Snow falling slantwise.
Dimensions expand car-ward.
Driving softly on.
Mindlessness widens
The sky, white and wondering,
Revolves around us.
Centered here and now,
The earth spins, a snow-dancer.
We sit still, silent.
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Apr 2, 2018 Haiku, Original Poetry
Devolution
©March 30th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
An eventide sun.
A fox, full of fire and fight
Leaps across the sky.
Waning gibbous moon.
Magical grave in mole-hole.
Death waits, alone, cold.
Cheese-bait for young fox.
When the trap traps the trapper,
Bloody feathers fly.
What is love, you ask?
Blood pours out, and feathers float.
The first kiss of death.
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*Inspired tangentially by Rita Kalnejais’ play, “First Love is the Revolution.”