The full August Sturgeon Supermoon rose through the clouds again last night.
Jupiter and moons
Jupiter in the pre-dawn clouds
Dragon wakes with a flaming yawn
Burning the heavens, scorching stars
Its fire lights the pre-dawn sky
Jet pierces the fiery phalanx
Rio Grande high*
Brontosaurus in the clouds
Redish mountains sigh
*I don’t write Haiku. I prefer “in the style of Haiku” or 575 or “Spunku” or “Timku” as some people have suggested because, in my personal opinion, since English is not a monosyllabic language, it creates issues for Haiku. The above poem is a good example: most English speakers pronounce “Grande” as “Grand” (one syllable) so the first line only has four syllables when “Grande” is pronounced as “Grand”. Therefore, an “is” would be needed as in “Rio Grande is high” to have five syllables in the first line. However, in Spanish “Grande” is pronounced “Grandae” making it two syllables. The first line has five syllables if “Grande” is pronounced as it is in Spanish (that’s how I pronounce it). Grande would have two syllables pronounced in Old English, also.
If the first line were “Rio Grande is high” (five syllables by the standard English pronunciation, six syllables in Spanish) the line is more descriptive of the water level in the Rio Grande when the photo was taken. However, by leaving out the verb in the first line, more ambiguity is introduced in the first line.
Three-thirty AM
You know where Jupiter is
Shining through the clouds
Dawn
Dusk
Moon behind clouds
Dawn’s pinks and purples
Wait for Sun to show its face
Daybreak colors pale
What happened to eggs
Ditch is dry brutal drought’s woes
We will never know
From flatulent frogs
Bubbles rise ripple water
Laughing in the lake
Bullfrog watches me
From a puddle drying up
Ditch has done gone dry
It is so like men
Breaking wind water bubbles
pulled a frog’s finger
Trees form a green crown
Against the sunset’s orange grays
Another day gone
The Rio Grande is running lower and lower every day.
A cloudburst where rain never reaches the ground.
The corn should be tall and full of ears of corn by now. Wagner’s Farm usually has a bustling farm store this time of year. There is no sign of activity, no signs advertising available produce.
Hot As Hell
Hot as hell today
One-seventeen in the sun
Sweated like a pig
Sunset
He thought he was off to school to be tutored
But off to the vet, he went, to get neutered
Now he’s sad, half the dog he used to be
They put on a cone, adding insult to injury
When Buddy recovers from this trauma
They will fix his third eyelid and end that drama
He will be a new dog, like a new day
Oh Buddy you have come a long way
Morning moons
Surprise! Daddy Owl dropped in for a visit.
Daddy Owl eyeing the hummer perched on the branch below him.
Orange clouds rolled overhead
Dragging sheets of fickle rain
Never touched the ground
Parched earth’s cracked and broken clay
Yearned to be covered with rain’s wet kisses
Left dried, curled, flayed
Out of darkness flash
Blinding light turns black to pink
Spitting forked tongues
Plowed earth lies barren
Fertile ground parched and thirsty
Spilled seeds will not grow
Moon tunnel lights night sky
Portal to the other side
Hallucinations sleeping souls
Keeper of our dreams
Jupiter sits on Sandia Crest
Saturn basks in a golden glow
Stars still hang in space
Midnight rainbow hangs at two
Stars peek through smokey hues
Brushstrokes blotches arcs
Orange, greens, magenta, blues
Jupiter rising into blue
Saturn sees the moon at two
Light bulbs let us see
Rope hanging over the edge
Will we hang ourselves?
Home late
Dusk turned clouds
To lavender mist
Portal formed
Below the moon
Primordial blue
Savored light
Long faded
Borrowed from the moon
Off Center & Not Even 