Country Crossing

Country Crossing
Poetry of Thomas Martin



Saturday, October 8, 2011

Illumination ( Waltz Wave)


a
poem
of
light
hallowed
heightens
the
morning
sun
making
love's delight
a bumblebee
in purple
clover
a
cloud drift
of spring geese
or long
notes
of marsh
wrens

(Published Sketchbook - July/August 2011)

Monday, September 19, 2011

scent of
night-blooming jasmine
words get 
in the way

(Published Frogpond - Fall - 2011)

Sunday, August 7, 2011

heavy dew
a green snake slides
from plant to plant

(Published HSA Anthology - 2011)

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Sunday, May 8, 2011

east wind
each petal
just enough





(Published Sketchbook - Jan/Feb, 2011 - Kukai Thread)

Tanka Sequence - London

Chalk Farm
the poetry reading
upstaged
by fluorescing
mannequins

almost free beer
in the pub
almost next door
to the last
poem

my girl and I
making out. . .
jazz pianos
in our lapels

London Bridge. . .
almost night
in the foreground
she kisses
and almost forgets

Hampstead Heath
I breathe the first star
in the steadfast
November night
London



(Published Sketchbook - Mar/Apr 2011)

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

east wind
I almost catch up
with myself

(Published March, 2011 Sketchbook Kukai Thread

Loch Ness


At the Alltsaigh Youth Hostel we watched and watched the blue-black water for "Nessie." In the kitchen was a drawing of the monster as half-submerged "tires" with a pointy head attached.

   I  keep my watch. . .
midsummer
a ripple
in the starlight

(Published 3/11 by Sketchbook.)

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

late summer
sliced apples dry
on the barn roof

(Published World Haiku Review - Janurary 2011
Haiku of Merit)

day moon
faint smell
of snap beans


(Published World Haiku Review - January 2011
Haiku of Merit)

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Thursday, January 6, 2011

spring storm
on the sofa
her bra

(Published Frogpond - Winter - 2010)

Fuzzy

People often left their unwanted pets near our house, off a rather isolated country road.  I must have been about 8 years, and my brother about 5, when Fuzzy first appeared. We were playing on some long abandoned lumber.

He immediately began "speaking" with us using an assortment of short barks and growls, and since we were lonely, country kids with few friends and relations, we begged our parents to let us keep him. We named him "Fuzzy," with his tangled mass of black, gray and white fur. He became our constant companion.

dark of the moon
glow of yellow eyes
along the dirt road



(Published Sketchbook - Nov/Dec 2010)