“My quest for cosmic understanding is a book I have picked up and put down many times, always forgetting to insert a bookmark.”
—Robert Breault
Over the years I’ve had several bookmarks made with my haiku. Here are some of them, the first of these from 2002. I’ll add more as I rediscover them. See also “Haiku Bookmark” and “Redmond Poet Laureate.”
meteor shower—
a gentle wave
wets our sandals
warm winter evening—
the chairs askew
after the poetry reading
meteor shower—
a gentle wave
wets our sandals
after the quake
the weathervane
pointing to earth
spring breeze—
the oars fed
into the oarlocks
reading in bed
my pulse flickering
the lightly held bookmark
children’s
book
sh
elves
first snow . . .
the children’s hangers
clatter in the closet
scattered petals . . .
the thud of my books
in the book drop
summer’s end . . .
unfinished books
in a pile for the library
awaiting the test results—
rings on the pond
from falling leaves