width=61 height=87> Voracious Verses
2007


 

 

Jacquieline Tuffnell


Haiku and Short Verse



The cloud is a flame
and day is closing its eye
I long to go home



Bands of mauve, pink, blue
streak the horizon at dusk
We await the moon



The train whistle's call,
a musical voice at dusk
to announce the night   



Going to bed now
oh moon, on a winter's night
that feels like summer



I leave a light on
inside of me, where it glows
when I need it most



What does it feel like
to be young and unaware
of time slipping by?



Scattered confetti
covers the streets of downtown
you missed the parade



Soft as a spring night   
my thoughts descend to you, then
rise like the evening star



The fog lifts gently
like an eyebrow, slowly raised
in expectation



There is an intense
ageless quality to an
autumnal day in October
that embraces the past, and all
its wistful tenderness, the present
and its disturbing sameness,
and the future with its unknown
quantity of joy and sadness



 2007 Jacquieline Tuffnell

About the Poet:

Jacquieline Tuffnell is an 83 yr old woman living in Santa Barbara, CA who has been writng haiku and short poems for many years.   This is her first publication.



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