Selected Haiku (Japan 2006)  

So many slippers
switching feet and sliding panes
lightly traded faces

 

your syllables are
not my syllables are not
my words are off key

 

Sticks that look like snakes
Shine silver in the sunlight–-
Slither in my hand

 

My veins are rivers
Between my mountain knuckles
A living landscape

 

Dark silent fingers
Broken by rice paper walls
I don’t feel the chill

© 2006 Patrick M. Pilarski