cowgirl haiku






budding cowgirl
born with wings on
her boots

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Being a bit rebellious, these Cowgirl Haiku are not required to have the traditional 17 syllables.
They were conceived and would not exist but for the fateful spark of a meeting that took place in my old hometown of Taos, with Daniel Ladinsky, the international bestselling Penguin author, and a brilliant virtuoso; a gentleman (and old cowboy himself) who sits very high on my list of favorite poets.






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mountain spring
awakens her drowsy mouth
first morning kiss




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holding her head
under the cold mountain stream
drowned in life






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when
time comes to die
i'm ready






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listening
to the creek, she forgot
about talking





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sleeping
with stars, all the world
her ken



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if you lean close
everything, everything
is a song




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riding the trail with
outlaws, she fell in love
with three




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no room
on her face for another
laugh line


she
plans to grow old
later




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when she's
lonely, her horse
starts talking


he knows
just what words to
whisper





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cowgirl eying
her wardrobe really wants
to be naked




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my shadow
and i dance the day
long



everything
in this world is my
sidekick




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more poems, please
she asks the sky
outright



some days
the moon just doesn’t feel
like talking





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afraid?
try writing haiku
in the dark



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couldn't sleep
haiku kept me company
under the covers






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moon’s special talent:
making sad cowgirls
laugh




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just like stars
go from silent
to singing





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the moon
climbs the pine tree
looking for her horse




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years later
given a happy childhood
thanks, cowboy




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i can talk
for an hour about a glass
of water






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it’s rocks
that make the river
sing





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don’t die
with all the music
inside you





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my wild heart
i remember now, always
there





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in this
world there are all kinds
of ears





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high note
slid down my spine like
honeyed wine



drunk
in the music
of you





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even
cacti love to
dance




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i'm
running away with my
imagination





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busy this morning
getting my minimum daily requirement
of awe






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the moon
and silence are
sweethearts





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laughter glides
across the lake, satin slipper  
loon cry





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stars so bright
she can ride her horse
anywhere





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moon humming
endearments in my ear, all the way
from there


(c)Jamie K. Reaser


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me & the bees
nuzzling flowers, staggering
drunkenly home




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the moon croons
pouring melody on night skin
like honey



tell me moon
how did this honey
get in my ear?





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(c) robin whitley 2014

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