Short Trisha Poems
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Awareness (Haiku) © Trisha Sugarek
My soul breathes the earth
Eyes see the light in the trees
My heart brims with joy
Haiku
to write haiku is
to distill to perfection
with only three lines
by Trisha Sugarek ©
Moths and Machetes
T-he
R-egards
I-n
S-weetness
H-as
A-pplied
J-ovial
O-ccasion
I-mplementing
E-uphoria
O-f
D-ivine
O-ptimism
Topic: Birthday of Trisha Joie Odo (February 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
T-he
R-esponder
I-s
S-eeing
H-ow
A-crostic
A-bout
N-ame
N-icely
E-mploys
V-erse
A-s
R-eader
G-azes
A-t
S-cribe
Topic: Birthday of Trisha Anne Vargas (May 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The whale sings
and I weep,
The world groans
and I ache,
The wind gusts
and I bend,
The surf sighs
and I rage,
The babe cries
and I mourn,
The mountains shift
and I flinch,
The earth dies
and I wear black.
Trisha Sugarek, 2011
to live in the woods
listen to the sheer quiet
so weighty and loud
the morning silent
not a whisper of sound stirs
deafening stillness
weighing on the ear
silence roars loud in the brain
the bird’s shrill cry brays
Trisha Sugarek, 2011
T-he
R-egards
I-n
S-cribe's
H-eartfelt
A-crostic
Y-ield
V-erse
O-f
N-ame
N-icely
E-mploying
G-irl's
O-ne
R-apturous
O-ccasion
S-o
P-oem
E-ntertains
Topic: Birthday of Trisha Yvonne Gorospe (February 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
PANDEMIC (Renku) © by Trisha Sugarek
Four walls are a box
or four walls that nurture us
it is up to you
Four walls, dark cave or
four walls protect family
trap or safe abode
Four walls, set free or
four walls to fight against now
trapped with loved ones
delicate blossom
rests in the still gnarled hand
bruised petals weep tears
weary eyes open
tiny cuts, the body bleeds
peace still years away
sun rise breaks the hill
heralds another battle
draw your sword and charge
Trisha Sugarek, 2011
From The World of Haiku
Mountain Morning
white clouds of dogwood
geese trumpet beside the pond
bird song heralds morn
hollow makes a nest
dainty dwelling slumbers on
in the wooded gloom
screen door creaks open
smoke swirls from the chimney mouth
cabin stirs awake
Trisha Sugarek
The World of Haiku
forever love ©
dance in a meadow
lovers whole in each other
no need for music
sun warm on our backs
creek singing in the background
hawk cries in the sky
warm lips sing the song
laughter lights a glow in eyes
sweet love sweet forever love
Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes
The Seasons of the Sun ©
angle of fall’s sun
so different from spring’s rays
dapples the sun porch
end of hot summer
the crisp, sharp tang of fall’s breath
smokes the air about
a waiting for sleep
under the blanket of snow
until spring sun beams
Trisha Sugarek
World of Haiku
Crushed petal, crushed stem
Flattened flower, Trampled love
Dead and dry flower
Crushed love, crushed heart, still
Packed down against the pavement
Crushed flower, crushed stem
Forgotten love, lost
Dried between sun and pavement
pages in a book
Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes
Spring Birth
one twig, two twigs, three
soft down plucked from mother’s breast
the perfect bower
three tiny blue eggs
under warmth of mother’s love
they stir, they hatch new
three urgent beaks open
insistent, burning, they beg
speckled downy fuzz
Trisha Sugarek
World of Haiku
Memories of the South
spanish moss shimmers
slave ghosts of days long gone by
hanging from the trees
stain on Old Glory
dark time of subjugation
when man enslaved man
memories forever
then bodies, now gray moss hangs
tears, blood darken roots
Trisha Sugarek from
The World of Haiku
Farewell in the Rain
rain drips through the trees
kissing soft eyebrows and skin
overflowing eyes
tongue steals a rain drop
from the beloved’s ripe cheek
or was it a tear
goodbye soaked in the rain
farewell cries the broken heart
more tears rain drops fall
Trisha Sugarek from
The World of Haiku
Fall Opens the Door (Haiku)
morning sun dapples
trees in a polka-dot dress
shines soft green and light
chill hint of autumn
smells of summer, loam, and pause
visions of winter
sap returns from leaves
to store deep in the tree heart
yellow, red, orange, burnt
Trisha Sugarek from
The World of Haiku
an error in judgement.hush money slides under the door.the score settled,rock trisha bevville.others be still.the rock,we will.second mills through our hand.the rubber band.tan hands reach for a gun in an old desk.the teacher a mess.thats a mob hit?we give it.the to-wit special just done blessed.poet lareate a mess.confess.
A Difference © Trisha Sugarek
to have eyes
is one thing
to see,
is quite another
to have ears is
normal
to listen,
an art form
to have a heart
is a necessity
to have heart,
glorious
to have two hands
ordinary
to have helping hands,
magnificent
to love someone,
some thing,
is nice
to love selflessly,
a miracle
to have self-awareness
essential
to have a soul
superb
The Garden ©
I wander my garden
the morning sun barely peeking
above the distant hills
dew drops wet my toes
and the damp earth seeps between them
cool and wet
my flowers nod their heads to me
as if to say ‘good morning’
their colors soft and muted without
the rays of the sun to spike their flagrant color
the over-achieving bee dips into the golden nectar
a bird trills a celebration to the new day
Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes