Ernesto P. Santiago
Tanka and Haiku...on a leaf, sailing smoothly to bygone phrases laced with time I bow to unknown spirits, watching trees dance in orphic autumn autumn colors her untouched image without makeup autumn breaks in the balcony garden coloring pages I wish someone a happy solar return~ falling star he loves me, he loves me not-- her imperfect sense of which one works and which one does not |
a soft autumn light~ trying to lean as close to your warm body amidst the green field behind grandpa’s old brick house lies a broken fridge, unmindful of time passing until my mom calls me home now breaking out a lovely morn sun after the storm~ countless drifted souls meet outside of it spring wind the poet hums its song on paper confession~ behind the holy screen an orchid mantis |
cirque du soleil
helping me tame winter dragons sweet spring~ I opened a page to daydream returning home a soldier embraces his broken steps the finest line drawn~ between silent stirs and sighs of swaying roses in such perfection for myth charmed by breath of a night wind the devil in his face— red chilli’s heat |
Selected Haiku...
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freshwater
the friendly fish exfoliate my feet male woodpecker attracting its mate~ no sleeping in |
baby's breath
the scent of a river still in me removing heat I surrender myself to dark chocolate |
shelling the nuts
of dad's old stories keeps me close to life don't pad your words to love~ red rose |
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the devil
in his face— red chilli’s heat |
sleepless night—my bed sharing baby
still sucking |