J. M. KESSLER
Writer
To live with imagination is to play among the stars.
Skylight
Work to be done
but I'm lazy today
and turtle doves love in the yard
dishes to wash
but a breeze outside
hummingbird drinks and is gone
I've got work to do
but my thoughts turn and flex
and what has my heart brought home
I'm drifting
and work is another day
I hover and am gone
Haiku #22
Japanese maple
grows patiently in my yard.
- I see now its roots.
Mourning Haiku
(Haiku #2)
April trees blossom.
Don't they know that you have gone?
They know more than I.
In All of Space & Time
When I think
how I am composed
of nothing-ness
and exist all as one
ubiquitous
- and yet this breeze so gentle on my cheek
- and yet this clover cool beneath my feet
Dream Catcher
Weaving
and boldly spinning my plans
into threads of untried bridges
that I do not cross -
trapped in the silken filaments of my fear
Blueprint
Atom next to atom
and nothing in between
I am threaded by thoughts
by whispers and dreams
by miracle
and oracle
and so
I seem
(Old man in the chair)
Old man in the chair
you sit there and stare
what's in your mind
that you've left behind
are you cashing it in
do you forget where you've been
old man in the chair
lost in a stare
wondering where all the time has gone
do you know where you are
can you see how far you've come along
old man in the chair
I see how you stare
(will it happen to me)
what do you see
your head hanging down
never making a sound
watching the children running around
are you feeling old
that your youth has been sold
your eyes show confusion
you're lost in a stare
old man in the chair
Haiku #13
The spring leveler;
cherry blossom ticker tape
at everyone's feet.
Haiku #9
Daily miracle
change water into coffee
The goddess awakes
Sleeveless
My heart in your hands
like a butterfly freshly out of its cocoon
is the shifting glimmering
wildly dancing light in my eyes
Your love on my mind
like the sun's light reflected on the moon
is the silvery lilting
richly satisfying timbre of my voice
Vacate
I want to bury my face in the desert
and let my body become a mirage
ghosting endlessly
between the sun and moon
the winds and dunes
me and you