Short Twig Poems
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the green twig
from the failing honeysuckle
presses this window
leads me to love the green force
even in chilly december
a twig snap
from the cliff -
bobcat
treetops glint
in sunlight -
jackrabbit leaps
footpath
between the trees -
hoot owl
a twig snap
from the cliff -
bobcat
treetops glint
in the sunlight -
jackrabbit leaps
footpath
between the trees -
hoot owl
The mighty wind, snaps the twig
of a delicate branch
Drops to ground gently,
as if flying down angelically
To firm grass, with no sound
As a passerby's feet snap it in half,
again
romantic setting
beneath green mistletoe twig
two hearts united
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 10 in Andrea Dietrich's "Haiku Me A Christmas Tree" Contest - Dec 2010
I was feeling like I was beginning to forgive
I had started to make peace
So, I decided to reach out
Test the waters
Extend an olive twig
And within the exchange of only a few words
You snapped it in two
October 18, 2020
@katladyt_
The heat is soaring;
No breeze to allay;
Little puff clouds drifting,
Magnolia leaves falling,
No moisture in sight,
A twig lay on the bannister,
Or that’s what it tries to be,
It is a long camouflaged insect
Yearning to be free.
Fly away, twigged bug,
And message the clouds to rain.
Its not the revile
in the morning
its about your tears
and how you wish
away tomorrow
When today is the stet
Its not the sound of zephyr
that plays occasionally
Its the truth blowing precariously
The branches learn to bend
We took the side road to Bexhill
We saw the flames of our love dissipate
that early spring
Long ago I had a coroner friend.
He unloaded many tales of great darkness
People passing away in strange ways-in strange places.
Distorted postures in a maggot's buffet.
People going out for a bite to eat-
but never returning.to families.
His impression and confessionals never leave me.
I shared some of my stories with him.
But they paled in comparison to his.
I doubt if he remembers any of them...
Does any remember a twig 'neath a redwood tree.
Why this day you break
The only productive twig
The giver of life to many
A shelter to the birds
Of different kinds and color
Not even a tear you wipe
Your eyes dry like charcoal
In love you were with it
All gone never to be
Not even a seed you protected
To continue the twig life
Why think its cursed?
Yet the best it produces
Even in dry or wet seasons
The twig will grow stronger
In another world.
A new person will till
Till fully grown to produce