budding cowgirl
born with wings on
her boots
***
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.
***
mountain spring
awakens her drowsy mouth
first morning kiss
***
holding her head
under the cold mountain stream
drowned in life
when
time comes to die
***
listening
to the creek, she forgot
about talking
***
sleeping
with stars, all the world
her ken
***
if you lean close
everything, everything
is a song
***
riding the trail with
outlaws, she fell in love
with three
***
no room
on her face for another
laugh line
she
plans to grow old
***
when she's
lonely, her horse
starts talking
he knows
just what words to
whisper
***
cowgirl eying
her wardrobe really wants
to be naked
***
my shadow
and i dance the day
long
everything
in this world is my
sidekick
***
more poems, please
she asks the sky
outright
some days
the moon just doesn’t feel
like talking
***
afraid?
try writing haiku
in the dark
***
couldn't sleep
haiku kept me company
moon’s special talent:
making sad cowgirls
just like stars
go from silent
to singing
****
the moon
climbs the pine tree
looking for her horse
***
years later
given a happy childhood
***
i can talk
for an hour about a glass
***
it’s rocks
that make the river
sing
***
don’t die
with all the music
inside you
***
my wild heart
i remember now, always
there
***
in this
world there are all kinds
of ears
***
high note
slid down my spine like
honeyed wine
drunk
in the music
even
cacti love to
dance
***
i'm
running away with my
***
busy this morning
getting my minimum daily requirement
of awe
***
the moon
and silence are
sweethearts
***
laughter glides
across the lake, satin slipper
stars so bright
she can ride her horse
anywhere
***
moon humming
endearments in my ear, all the way
from there
(c)Jamie K. Reaser |
***
me & the bees
nuzzling flowers, staggering
drunkenly home
***
the moon croons
pouring melody on night skin
like honey
tell me moon
how did this honey
get in my ear?
***
(c) robin whitley 2014
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