The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Nine Haiku

A quiet place, cozy
nest before the tree begins
to quake in life’s wind.

98

My pond is clear now.
The mud the recent rain stirred
up has settled down.

99

Love, expect the worst:
from the tree in all its leaves
one must drop off first.

100

Restful lullaby,
cannot soothe and lull my brow.
Sharks are in sleep’s sea.

114

Sleep, the softer bed
I lie in, has its sandy
dreams and cracker crumbs.

117

Nap
Day’s parenthesis
around a timeless time when
blankets feel alive.

134

My sleep is, after
sailing all the raging seas,
drowning in a well.

158

Love lies drowned below.
It would not float alone – and
I could never swim.

164

Cold sidles crab-like
into my room, creeps into
my bed, bites my sleep.

186

 

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