Because I Can

I’ve been through a lot of things, things I want to remember so I have been just jotting down the thoughts in three line poems. This is an attempt to synthesize the thoughts down to the smallest level that will still allow me to smell the woods, hear the birds, and feel the nip in the air. They aren’t Haiku because I don’t do the syllable count. There are several reasons for this, including the fact I am too lazy to count syllables every time I want to get a thought down. Because I just jot them down without any editing they tend to be a bit rough at times. The only rule is they have to bring the experience back to me in total.

I like sharing these –they are actually pieces of my life and since Blogs are supposed to be biographical in nature I suspect my memories qualify.


Old men sitting spitting
Quiet June morning
Talking price of wheat

Cactus Wren hopping through June litter
Unhappy I am there
Focused on food

Metal prong
Play tune on tender teeth
No cavities today

Sun is 110
Shade 111
Nowhere to hide


Three lines
Not haiku
Random sparks

Coals glow
Smell of spice
Ribs sizzle

Snow on outstretched fingers
Creaking in the wind
Sitting on a snag

Deer at gunpoint
Eating greens
Let the doe pass


Dakota winter
Waiting for turkeys
Chickadees play on my hat

Upside down Nuthatch
on winter wood
Looking for his dinner

Haunting howl
Beagle tracking
Far down the trail

Breeze stirs
Winter woods
My moustache is frozen