Friday, 12 November 2021

The Stones: A Monoku Sequence Poem by Silk

 



The Stones: A Monoku Sequence 

 

hiking trail    he listens to the stones 

 

      mountainous mind so afraid to climb

 

the wind    rose

 

      his prayer fastened to a companion star

 

wolf moon    a pendulum of silence 

 

      into the dead of night a labyrinth of aftermaths

 

Silk - Publication Credits: Frogpond; Wine Cellar Press; Akitsu Quarterly; Cold Moon Journal; Poetically Magazine; FreshOut Magazine; Wales Haiku Journal; Briefly Write Magazine, Japan Haiku Society, Haiku Corner (UK) and Presence. Longlisted in the 2021 Frontier Digital Chapbook Contest.

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