Scott Metz

Some Haiku

a whale
and then a word
part of the burning

where my squid-hearts
pale, fragile blossoms

in glass rain
being sold
the illusion

what exactly is counterculture part of the moon


Still will I harvest beauty where it grows:
In coloured fungus and the spotted fog
Surprised on foods forgotten; in ditch and bog
Filmed brilliant with irregular rainbows
Of rust and oil, where
half a city throws
Its empty tins; and in some spongy log
Whence headlong
leaps the oozy emerald frog. . . .
And a
black pupil in the green scum shows.
Her the inhabiter of diverse places
Surmising at all doors, I push them all.
Oh, you that fearful
of a creaking hinge
Turn back forevermore with c
raven faces,
I tell you Beauty bears an ultra fringe
Unguessed of you upon her gossamer shawl!

                                              Edna St. Vincent Millay
                                                 from The Harp-Weaver

being shown by symbolic wind and four little bubbles in a line

Scott Metz is the editor of Roadrunner, a modern haiku e-zine, and also troutswirl, the blog for The Haiku Foundation. His work has been featured in tel-let, Modern Haiku, ant ant ant ant ant, and Montage # 4: Frontiers.

He currently resides in Portland, Oregon.

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