Short Trisha Poems

Awareness (Haiku) © Trisha Sugarek

My soul breathes the earth
Eyes see the light in the trees
My heart brims with joy...

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Haiku


to write haiku is
to distill to perfection
with only three lines





by Trisha Sugarek ©
Moths and Machetes...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Wind Horse ©


running free, wild, brave
tail streaming high in the wind
hoof pounding the earth

horses turn their haunch
to show their scorn for the storm 
and nature’s tantrum

allows man to think
he can command elegance
and tame the wild heart

Trisha Sugarek...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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