yellow lily hay(na)ku

Day by day they are dying

as day by opening into yellow

into the stream to die living

into the green seen through water

glass/lumen/split the curve falls

onto an imaginary and real table


EILEEN said…
How utterly lovely, thanks for sharing. LOVE how it ends with an imaginary and real table (taps into something archetypal for me)!

p.s. as far as I know, you're only the 2nd poet to do the form in this way, the first to stretch out that tercet was Iris Lee, a poet based in NY
Ivy said…
I like this poem as well, Jill. Something ethereal about it...
Bill said…
I used to own said table.

Thanks and beautiful page.

Jim Kober

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