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M. Forrester's Haiku
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2005
Buddhist
haiku, senryu and small poems...
meditation hall
. . .
an ant carries away
my concentration
morning light
-
all the stone buddhas
robed in gold
buddha's
fingerprint
in the sand . . .
Zen garden
only one flower
is needed to answer
your question
daylight…
no one notices
the firefly
summer drought
. . .
the Zen garden
in bloom
moss garden on
the stone buddhas the sound of rain
temple ruins
-
pieces of a buddha
still praying
melting into
pure water the snow buddha
how quickly
it comes back . . .
dust
dog shit
or me
the fly doesn't care
backyard sun
shower -
the windchime song
changes with each cloud
just within my
reach the lightning bug turns off
monk's bowl -
one grain of rice
one ant
buddha
sat
a lot
incense
gone i write about nothing
autumn wind -
only the stink bug
clinging to me
winter wind -
the length
of the homeless man's beard
temple yard the
sound of stone buddhas
gray autumn sky
-
the blackbirds
turn and turn
motionless or
not the snail
summer afternoon
the ant tries to eat me
a stone
i saved
casting stones
temple bell ringing
one thousand times . . .
winter rain
end of summer
. . .
the sunflower disappears
seed by seed
as quiet as a
mountain temple the anthill
summer afternoon
. . .
the first drops of rain
on my bare feet
Zen awakening?
my legs
asleep!
Zen archery -
aiming for the bull's-eye
in my mind
end of autumn
-
finding myself
in a field of thistle
writing a haiku
in the sand . . .
a wave finishes it
winter afternoon
-
a slow shadow fills
the empty bowl
sun on the windowsill…
the dead bee
no longer yellow
temple
ruins . . .
moss growing between
buddha's toes
high tide the
sand buddha scattered into a million waves
plum blossom
breeze -
the stone basin
fills with clouds
winter afternoon
-
a crow blackens
the white sky
emptiness . .
.
the space that creates the path
firefly glow
. . .
i too
pray to Buddha
let me be
your disciple -
oh firefly
cross-eyed Daruma
sees his self
zen koan
chipping my mind
on the edge of the circle
prayer flag
the wind
part of the prayer
thistle field
nothing sticks to the stone buddha
ant sutra . .
.
the weight
of a grain of sand
sand mandala
an ant tracks through Nirvana
Chinatown shop
-
tin buddhas meditate
on a dusty shelf
godless month
-
i save
a pumpkin seed
meditation hall
. . .
swinging in the rafters
my monkey mind
temple garden
-
ants climb up and down
the cosmos
cracked buddha
skull -
i look inside
the emptiness
behind the tea
house . . .
the master
empties his cup
tea ceremony
-
the master pours
his mind into the cup
when a scarecrow
isn't the last straw
prayer beads
. . .
at the end of the strand
the beginning
mushroom field
. . .
the monk sleeps beneath
his straw hat
Japanese hotel
-
Gideon & Buddha share
the same drawer
Zen retreat -
i awaken
with a cup of coffee
January sun -
the snow melts first
on Buddha's belly
rainy season
-
the size
of the monk's umbrella
one extra curl
on Buddha's head snail
morning downpour
. . .
only the sound
of the temple bell stays dry
old Buddhist
scroll -
a crow and heron
share the same branch
crow haiku .
. .
my pen
filled with black ink
moon viewing
party -
the moon
arrives late
alphabet metaphysics
-
heaven and hell
both begin with "h"
Various haiku, senryu and small poems
orange leaf
is it you
who started autumn?
October wind
. . .
the leaves & wicker basket
both blow away
making a snowman
-
the glow
of my father's pipe
sibling rivalry
-
the strawberry missing
on my shortcake
new year's day
-
more lint in my pocket
than money
New Year's day
-
not liking my fortune
I buy another
spring breeze
-
lying to myself
again
closed
before i arrive -
morning glory
blossom tea -
the geisha drinks
her reflection
falling back
into old habits -
the rainy season
moss garden no
sound of rain
winter playground
the wind
louder than the children
deep snow
the white powder
on the old geisha's face
kicking a rock
all the way home autumn cloud sky
bumper cars -
all the boys bump into
the cute girl
lazy afternoon
-
the toddler with her bottle
me with mine
autumn sky the
drifting clouds and crows
winter depression
-
the white pages
in my haiku notebook
all day rain
-
the sag
of the toddler's diaper
ocean wind a
blowfish tossed on deck exhales
handful of sand
-
a flash of sunlight
in each grain
bon festival
-
among a string of lanterns
the moon
out all night
-
the cat
offers no explanation
nudist colony
-
the toddler's doll
naked
the geisha's
kimono
slightly open -
crescent moon
rainy museum
day the sun chipped-off the Chinese vase
Haiku about Greece
forgotten temple
-
a yellow flower
offers itself
afternoon light
. . .
a single bird singing
in the amphitheatre
ancient grove
-
an orange
falls into its shadow
Athens wind -
the fish market
the incense vendor
cold Aegean sun
-
the temple
half stone, half shadow
ocean waves .
. .
the blue curls
in Poseidon's hair
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Bibliography
Handful of Sand. Bottle Rockets Press. Whethersfield, CT.
The Temple Yard. Bottle Rockets Press, Whethersfield, CT. 2002. Second printing. This double-fold haiku card is a collection of haiku and senryu about Buddhism and the Zen experience.
buddha's fingerprint. Bottle Rockets Press, Whethersfield, CT. This book includes twenty haiku, senryu, and short poems plus a preface by vincent tripi.
toy submarine. Bottle Rockets Press, Whethersfield, CT. This is the 5th installment in the new "pinch book" series edited by vincent tripi. Includes seven haiku/senryu & one haibun.
the motley sangha. Bottle Rockets Press, Whethersfield, CT. This mini anthology, edited by Stanford M. Forrester includes the work of by Raffael de Gruttola, George G. Dorsty, Stanford M. Forrester, Jerry Kilbride, Larry Kimmel, vincent trip, & karma tenzing wangchuk. This limited edition contains 6 poems per poet.
January Sun. Windsor, Conn.: Bottle Rockets Press, 2007, 32 pages.